It’s A Drive-Thru, Not A Drive-Past

A lady is ordering at the drive-thru.

Customer: “A vanilla latte.”

I tell her the total and take her money.

Me: “I’ll be right back with your drink—”

But then, the lady takes off. I wave my arm out the window while she is still at the end of the drive-thru, but she still drives away. She comes back ten minutes later, screaming.

Customer: “You didn’t give me my drink! You made me pay for a drink and then didn’t give it to me!”

Me: “You drove off before I could. I even waved out the window.”

Customer: “But you didn’t give me my drink!”

I had to hand her to a manager because I couldn’t hold back my laughter.