Sarcastacos Taste Bitter
It’s Taco Tuesday (three tacos for $1.00) at our fast food place. We have over fifty orders in our queue, plus a line of people putting in more orders. We are slammed and understaffed, and our wait time is extremely long even though we are trying our best.
A woman is getting really pissed about waiting for her super important order of six tacos. Every time we call out an order number, she responds sarcastically and loudly, with cheering and clapping.
Customer: “Congratulations for finally learning how to do your jobs!”
This goes on for ten minutes before I finally show her our order board.
Me: *Pointing* “Here is the order we are currently making: order fifteen. And waaaaaay over here is your order: order thirty-five.”
Realizing how many orders were ahead of her finally prompted her to leave (with no tacos) so that we could continue fulfilling orders under the silent watchful gaze of our other twenty angry customers.