I’m working in the drive-thru, cashing out orders.

Me: “Here’s your food, and have a nice day.”

Customer: “Thanks. Here’s something for you.”

The customer hands me a Christian pamphlet, telling me I can be saved, and drives away.

Me: *Sighs* “[Manager], I have to ask: is there a sign floating above my head saying, ‘This chick needs Jesus!’?”

Manager: “Another one? What is that now, three?”

Me: “Four.”

Coworker: “Someone gave you a religious handout at the window?”

Me: “Don’t worry; it only ever happens to me.”

I’ve just pulled into the drive-thru at a well-known Mexican fast-food chain, and there’s just one car ahead of me. After several minutes without the car moving forward to the pay window, I roll down my window to hear what’s going on.

The customer, an older lady, is having the worker go through almost every menu item, explaining the toppings and flavors and prices. The woman finally chooses a kind of burrito.

Worker: “And would you like a drink with that, ma’am?”

Customer: “Oh, um… I’d like a… let’s see… A margarita, please.”

There is a long pause.

Worker: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t serve margaritas.”

Customer: “Oh. Really? Well, I guess I’ll have a [fountain drink], then.”

The woman pulls forward and I drive up to the speaker.

Worker: “Hello, welcome to [Fast Food Chain]. What can I get for you today?”

Me: “Yes, I would also like a margarita, please.”

The speaker is muted for a long time, and I’m worried I’ve offended her. Then, the speaker comes back online and I can hear her laughing hysterically.

Worker: “Oh, God! Oh, thank you! I needed that!”

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I work as a cashier at a fast food restaurant in a mall food court. Canada has recently discontinued use of the penny, so we are forced to round our change. An angry customer tries to barter with me one day.

Customer: “I’ll have a small root beer.”

Me: “That’ll be $1.93.”

Customer: “I don’t have any pennies. Can I just give you $1.90 and you round in my favour?”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, I can’t do that. When a purchase is one or two cents above you round down, and when it is three or four cents, you round up. I need $1.95 from you.”

Customer: “I see the kind of establishment you’re running, but you won’t fool me! I’m never coming to this restaurant again!”

I stood there dumbfounded, watching him storm across the food court.

It’s lunchtime and I’m going through a popular fast food drive-thru with my two small kids. I’m from out of town and we’re trying to head home, so fast food is the best option for us. I order, and the girl confirms my order and has me pull forward. Judging by the voice, it’s the same person who took my order.

Employee: “Hi there! Your total is $11.74.”

I hand over my card. The employee stares at my card in her hand for a moment.

Employee: “Oh, did they not tell you we can’t take this right now?”

I’m confused because I know she took my order, so she was the one who didn’t tell me. I also know there was no sign by the speaker or menu saying that they aren’t accepting cards.

Me: “Um, no?”

Employee: “Do you have another way to pay?”

I’m completely thrown off, but I’m trying to be polite.

Me: “I don’t have that much cash. Er… My bank doesn’t have a branch here, so I’ll have to figure it out. I’ll have to come back.”

Employee: “Do you want us to hold your order for you? I can have them hold your food at the counter inside.”

I’d rather just reorder to ensure I get fresh food.

Me: “Uh… No, that’s okay. I’m not sure how long it will take for me to come back. Thanks.”

Employee: “Oh, okay.” 

Her tone of voice, while not rude, made it clear she was done speaking with me. I decided not to go back and just got food elsewhere since she didn’t apologize for the situation at all. Plus, I didn’t want to have to pay an ATM fee anywhere or have to get out of the car with a two- and three-year-old.

I’m pretty sure the person in line ahead of me paid with a card, but maybe it was a gift card? It felt weird to me, almost as if she were making an excuse not to accept my card. It’s a decent-sized city, so it’s not like seeing an out-of-town debit card would be a reason to deny my card.

Me: “Hi, what would you like?”

Customer: “I want a meal with large fries and a drink.”

Me: “Which burger would you like?”

Customer: “No, I don’t want a burger.”

Me: “Then I can’t give you a meal.”

Customer: “But I want a burger meal with fries and drink.”

Me: “Okay, so, what burger do you want?”

Customer: “No, no, no! I don’t want a burger!”

Me: “So, you’re saying you want a burger meal without the burger?”

Customer: “Yes! Meal with drink and fries.”

Me: “Well, okay, then. That’s not a meal, though, just for future reference.”