Customer: “Why is my total higher? The combo should be $9.99.”

Me: “It’s $9.99 plus tax.”

Customer: “But I already paid all my taxes this year.”

Me: “This is a sales tax. It’s charged on all sales in the state.”

Customer: “But I already paid tax! Why am I being charged again?”

Me: “Sales tax is different from any personal taxes you might pay.”

Customer: “Why?!”

Me: “Sir, I’m a minimum-wage employee that’s trying to sell you a burger combo. I’d talk to an accountant if you wanted to know more about tax law.”

Customer: “I bet you’re just taking my tax money and spending it on whatever you want!”

Me: “No, sir, the government does that. Now do you want the burger or not?”

Customer: “I do, but I’m gonna let people know you’re charging tax and stuff!”

A woman is ordering at the drive-thru, ordering dinner to take home to her family.

Customer: “My daughter is a vegan. Do you cross-contaminate your food?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Well, could you? She’s being a real b**** lately.”

Our place does regular fries, cheese fries, or the option of two different seasonings.

Me: “How would you like your fries?”

Customer: “French.”

Me: “Comment voulez-vous vos frites?”

Customer: *Smile.* “Touche.”

I’m sixteen and working in a Taco Bell drive-thru for my first job. A couple comes through in a pickup truck. I state their total to pay.

Customer: “Can we pay in beer?”

They laugh and point to the back of their truck, and I finally notice what’s in it. It was packed full of pallets of beer cans. There was easily a couple of thousand cans in there.

Me: “Uh… I don’t think the manager would allow it.”

Customer: *Laughs again.* “Ah well, worth a shot.”

He pays, receives his food, and then places a fresh beer can on the window counter.

Customer: “For your troubles.”

Me: “I’m sixteen.”

Customer: “Oh my god, you’re in high school?”

I’m nodding, thinking he finally gets it.

Me: “Yeah.”

He places another beer on the counter.

Customer: “In that case, take two. High school is rough!” *Drives away.*

In high school, I worked at a fast-food restaurant. I noticed that the smokers were allowed breaks every hour, which left only one other coworker and me in the store, running the drive-thru, taking orders up front, making food, etc.

This happened every hour.

Me: “Can you not all go on break at the same time? [Coworker] and I are fed up with being dumped on.”

Manager: “We can’t help it. We need the break.”

The next time the smokers went out, my non-smoking coworker yelled into the kitchen:

Coworker: “Fresh air break!”

He shoved me outside where everyone else was, and we just stood there chatting for five minutes until the smokers came inside.

That lasted about two more times before smoke breaks were changed to only during your lunch break or your fifteen-minute break.