Oil Be Back To Talk To Your Manager

I worked for a fast food burger place in high school. One of our closing tasks was to filter and recycle the cooking oil used for french fries, taking the oldest oil out to collection barrels behind the store. The oil we took out to the collection barrel was periodically picked up by a service that would then use it for various industrial purposes.

When we poured out the oldest oil, we put it in a ten-gallon metal pot and then carried it out to the collection barrel. One night as I did this, I walked past the drive-thru menu board. Since the pot was made of metal, it set off the bell inside the restaurant telling the cashier that a car had driven up. As I kept walking, I heard the girl who was working the drive-thru greet a non-existent customer:

Coworker: “Welcome to [Fast Food Restaurant]. May I take your order?”

I laughed since I had unintentionally tricked her. I dumped the oil, and then as I walked back to the restaurant, I walked by the drive-thru menu again. Again, [Coworker] greeted a non-existent customer. However, when she got no response again, she looked out a tiny window and saw that it was just me messing with her. She scolded me a little when I got back to the make line.

About a half-hour later, a customer did pull up to the drive-thru menu. [Coworker] stormed out of the back kitchen and replied on the mic:

Coworker: “G**d*** it, [My Name]! Quit f****** around!”

I replied from right behind her at the grill.

Me: “Um, [Coworker], that’s not me.”

She got a shocked look on her face as she turned around and saw the customer quickly drive off, not caring for getting sworn at.