Some Justice Is Up For Grabs

, , , , | Right | May 29, 2019

(My uncle has just died when this happens, and I think that’s why I go off like I do. I am working on Sunday, after church time. Many, many, screaming old ladies and “I guess it’s free, then” quips later, a man walks in; I can already tell he’s going to be a pain in the a**. He takes his sweet time ordering, and I basically have to hold his hand through it like one would with a toddler. Then, he gets mad when I have to ask questions.)

Customer: “I want a burger combo.”

Me: “Great.” *stares expectantly, then internally sighs* “What kind?”

Customer: “THE FREAKING [DOUBLE-POUNDER]. GOD!”

(This goes on, and when I FINALLY process his order, he all but throws the money at me and then snatches his drink cup. In this time, he also repeatedly complains about it “taking so long” to take his order, and now that he’s waiting, he complains about his food taking too long, too. Mind you, we are dead by this point, just finishing the lunch rush. He literally just stepped over to the waiting area, where there is one other person waiting on HER food. She’s about in her 20s. This guy is in his 40s. We call [Female Customer]’s food, and the man stomps up about to snatch it, but thankfully, I grab it in the nick of time and get it out of his reach. He’s about to spout off, but I stop him.)

Me: “NO. NO! BAD! IS YOUR NAME [FEMALE CUSTOMER]? ARE YOU A FEMALE IN HER 20S? BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, THEN I MUST NEED TO SEE THE EYE DOCTOR.”

(He stared at me like I’d grown two heads and tentacles, and I marched over to the end of the counter and motioned for the girl to get her bag. She whispered a “thank you” and hurried out. Not even one minute later, I grabbed his food bag and turned to him, stared him down, and loudly called out, “[CUSTOMER]!” He just took his food and left silently. The time he got his drink and the time he got his food took maybe two minutes, three at most. I got written up for that, and nobody clapped, but d***, it felt good to do that.)

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