I, For One, Welcome Our New Robot Overlords

The breakfast rush is extra intense this morning so it’s taking a few extra minutes to get the orders out to customers than usual. One older guy who is here with his teenage grandson seems to be taking this personally.

Customer: “Why is this taking so long?! I thought it was called fast food?!”

Me: “I am sorry, sir, we’re a little backed up but your muffins should be out in just another minute.”

Customer: “Are you really the same people who are demanding fifteen bucks an hour?!”

Customer’s Grandson: “Grandpa, chill. They’re going real fast. You’ve been standing here watching them; have they been slacking?”

Customer: “That’s not the point! If these guys want fifteen an hour then they need to work harder and earn it! They oughta replace all these fast food people who want fifteen bucks an hour with robots!”

Customer’s Grandson: “Grandpa, yesterday Grandma had to tell you to walk outside Walmart and calm down because the self-checkout kept telling you to put the item in the bagging area and you got confused.”

Customer: “You weren’t there! That machine was…”

He trails off as he realizes that his food is ready, and a bunch of customers are staring and holding back smirks.

Customer: “F*** this place.”

He grabs his food and marches out, his grandson following him and silently mouthing a “sorry” to us.