Just Three Hot Minutes Away From Complete Anarchy

, | Port St Lucie, FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Wild & Unruly

(I am the manager for a busy fast food chain. Naturally, when we run out of product because it sells quicker than expected, we have to cook more.)

Drive-Thru: “Sir, it’ll be about three minutes for the chicken to finish cooking. Do you want something else or is waiting okay?”

Customer #1: “No, I’ll wait. Just don’t forget about me.” *drives forward and parks*

(The chicken has just come up not even three minutes later and we are in the process of assembling his sandwiches when the customer comes storming inside. So of course I think to myself: “yup, here comes Hell*)

Customer #1: “F**K THIS! I HAD TO WAIT FOR MY FOOD TO COOK. YOU KNOW WHAT? I ORDER HERE EVERYDAY! I WANT MY F***ING FOOD OR MY F***ING MONEY!”

(At this point he is screaming at the top of his lungs, in front of all my other guests.)

Me: “Okay, sir, just give me one moment. Your food just came up. I’ve got it right here for you.”

Customer #1: “F**K THIS. THIS IS A WASTE OF F***ING TIME. I WANT MY FOOD OR MY F***ING MONEY.”

(The food is in my hand, in front of him, as he is screaming this.)

Other Manager: “Sir, she has it ready. Just please stop cursing at us. We have it for you.”

Customer #1: “F*** YOU!”

(At this point there are children inside with another customer.)

Customer #2: “Sir, please stop.”

Customer #1: “YOU WANT TO FIGHT? COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME!”

Customer #2: “Sir. There’s no need to curse, that’s all I’m saying.”

Customer #1: “THIS IS F****** AMERICA! I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE F*** I WANT. SO SHUT YOUR GOD-D*** MOUTH!”

(Finally, after five minutes of screaming over the food, he snatches it out of my hand nearly ripping the bag and storms off out the door.)

Customer #2: “What was his problem?”

(We all couldn’t help but just start laughing.)

The Sauce Of All The Weirdness

, | Port St Lucie, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink

Customer: *in drive-thru* “Can I get a [Sandwich #1]? But what comes on that?”

Me: “It comes with lettuce, cheese, special sauce, onions, pickles, meat, and bread.”

Customer: “Okay, yeah. Can I have that, but I don’t want a bun. Or cheese.”

Me: “Okay, I can do that.”

Customer: “I don’t want onions or lettuce either. And no pickles. And no meat. What does that leave?”

Me: “Sauce.”

Customer: “And no sauce either.”

Me: “So, you don’t want the [Sandwich #1]?”

Customer: “No, I want it. Hey, what’s on the [Sandwich #2]?”

Me: “It comes with—”

Customer: *drives off into the distance never to be seen or heard again*

(What the f*** just happened?)

The Hunger Exclaims

| MI, USA | At The Checkout, Food & Drink

(I am working drive-thru at a popular fast food restaurant and taking a very large order.)

Customer: “Oh, and finally, I want [Meal] with an extra [Sandwich].”

Me: *exclaiming without hitting the drive-thru button* “How many people are you feeding!?”

Customer: “I’m hungry!”

(I panicked until I realize she was speaking to someone else in her car who was also making fun of how much food she was ordering.)

Like Finding A Needle In A Bathroom

| AZ, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body, Non-Dialogue

I work in a 24/7 fast food joint with a public bathroom inside. The shop is next to a popular homeless shelter, and sometimes, someone homeless would come into the bathrooms to “shower.” We cannot turn anyone away from using the bathroom.

One morning, I come in at five am and our night crew lets me know that someone is in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, I hear hollering followed by banging. It sounds like they’re yelling “yoo-hoo!” and have a real good time. I text my night crew and they said it’s been going on since about two am, but they never saw anyone go in. Knocking on the door, no one replies; they just kept yelling.

My manager comes in shortly after and immediately calls the police. It takes the police officers over an hour to get the man to leave the bathroom. I am sent in to clean up after him, and the walls are coated in dirt, blood, and poop. There is toilet paper everywhere, and about a dozen used needles.

My manager tapes garbage bags to my legs and arms, and right before I actually go in, the police stop me because it’s a crime scene. They take ONE needle, and leave.

It took me about two hours to clean it, and I cried while mopping the walls and picking up dirty needles.

Getting Bitter About It

, | OK, USA | Bad Behavior

(We have two kinds of iced tea, sweet and unsweet, and we also have two different artificial sweeteners. Many people want these sweeteners if they get unsweet tea. The customer pulls up to the window I’m working during one of our busiest times.)

Customer: “Hi, I just came from [Other Location] and I got an unsweet tea. I was wondering if I could have some sweeteners.”

Me: “Sure, let me go get some.”

(I run and get a couple packets of each sweetener to see which one the woman wants, and she shakes her head as soon as she sees them.)

Customer: *starting to get angry* “You don’t have [Other Brand of sweetener]?”

Me: “I’m sorry, no, but I can—”

Customer: “Guess I’ll have to do without it. Thanks for nothing, b****!”

(The woman speeds out of the drive-thru, nearly hitting someone on her way out.)

Customer #2: *having heard the better part of the exchange* “Good thing I don’t need [Other Brand of sweetener], but she needs some for her attitude.”

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