K For “Kid’s Meal,” Q For “Quit Being A Jerk”

I go into a fast food restaurant in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.

Me: “Hi, can I have a plain quesadilla, please?”

Cashier: “Sure.”

She proceeds to write down “K” on a slip of paper, and she hands it to someone behind her.

Me: *Confused* “Sorry, but why did you sign it with a K rather than a Q?”

Cashier: *Snarkily* “Actually, it’s K for ‘kids’ meal,’ since that version is cheaper. But next time, I’ll be sure to write a Q on it so they’ll charge you $8 for two ounces of cheese and a tortilla.”

Me: “There’s no need to be like that.”

Cashier: “Well, since you haven’t paid, if you want to go somewhere else, the door’s right over there.”

I gladly walked out.