Our chain is doing those rewards stickers on every beverage, and once you get five, you get a free medium beverage of your choice. You could get coffee, a frappe, hot chocolate, etc.

This guy who I’ve never seen before just walks up to my register, hands his full rewards sticker to me, and says nothing.

Me: *In my peppy Barbie voice* “Hi! Which free drink would you like?”

Customer: *Yelling* “You f****** idiot! Obviously, I just want a black coffee!”

Me: “How is that obvious?”

Customer: “Do I look like a guy who drinks girly frappes?”

Me: “One cup of bitter toxic masculinity coming up!”

Worth the little “slap on the wrist”!

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A coworker is working the kitchen at our food stand in a sports stadium. A kind of drunk customer is making an order when my coworker is getting ready to go on her break and another coworker is about to take over the deep fryer.

The customer is telling the cashier what he wants, but then he notices the staff change. The outgoing coworker is Black, and the incoming one is white, as is the customer.

Customer: “Oh, no, no, no, no. I want that [n-word] there to cook my food; at least they know how to run a deep fryer.”

Security had to come and get the guy. My coworker was so upset about what happened that she almost didn’t come back from break. They had to calm her down.

I was having a particularly rough day; I won’t go into detail, but it was basically annoying college stuff and then problems on the road. I went to a particular drive-in fast food restaurant for dinner as I had a gift card I wanted to use. I ordered a chicken sandwich as well as a slush and a small order of mozzarella sticks, which is a four-piece.

I need to start checking my bag of food before I go home. When I got home and started eating, I noticed that there were two little side item bags beside my sandwich, which was wrapped.

At first, I thought, “Did they give me tater tots, too, or something? Did they come with the meal and I just didn’t know it?” But then I checked; one bag was full of mozzarella sticks, while the other had even more! I ate the small order and then put the larger one in the fridge in a container, but when I dumped the sticks into the container, I counted nine! That’s one more than a large order!

I don’t know if they gave me someone else’s order by mistake or if they could tell I wasn’t in the greatest mood and decided to be nice, but if they did give me someone’s order, I hope that person got their mozzarella sticks!

Otherwise, thank you from the bottom of my heart to whoever did that for me. It really helped to cheer me up — at least, after I was done being confused.

I probably should start checking my order before I leave the restaurant, though.

My workplace is fast food, but it’s a bit higher quality. While our food is good, our main selling point is our customer service. We have these tokens on our kids’ meal bags. You can use one kind to get a free scoop of custard with the meal or, if you collect ten of the other one, you can get either a free meal or a toy. We’ve got footballs, soccer balls, and little plushies of our mascot.

One important thing is that they are exclusive: one cannot be used in place of the other. That’s why one is called a mascot token and one is clearly labeled “FREE SCOOP”. It seems pretty clear to me, and yet people routinely ignore this and try to use them as each other.

About a month into my working here, a lady came to the front counter. I was pretty good at my job, so despite being in training, I was fully prepared to take her order quickly, politely, and correctly. She put five of each of the tokens on the counter and asked for her free kids’ meal.

Me: “I’m sorry, but we can’t accept a mix of these. It has to be ten mascot tokens. Do you have five more?”

Customer: “What? I’ve been doing this for years!”

She hadn’t.

Customer: “No one has ever told me that before! I’ll have you know that I know [Owner], and I’ll call him and get you fired!”

Me: “You’re free to do that, but unfortunately, I can’t accept your coupons unless you have more of them. If you like, I can get my manager to see if there’s something they can do for you.”

Customer: “Nope! I don’t want your s***! I want my free meal, and if you don’t give it to me, then I’ll just take my business elsewhere!”

She then literally grabbed the tokens out of my hands, (as I’d been checking to make sure I wasn’t miscounting them), turned, and stormed out of the restaurant. And as she did, she yelled:

Customer: “You’ll regret this!”

I am absolutely not kidding; she actually threatened me. My manager asked me what the screaming was all about, and I explained it to him.

Manager: “Oh, she’s absolutely nuts. We’ve had to deal with her before. Somehow, she always knows when new people are starting and comes in to take advantage of them. It always worked until you!”

Unfortunately for her, you can yell at me all you want, but I’m not giving you a d*** thing. If you want your free kids’ meal so bad, then learn how to read the coupons and use them as stated.

It’s my last day in fast food before leaving for college, so I have run out of f***s to give.

Customer: “Your prices are too high!”

Me: “Well, it’s a good thing you’re talking to me, as I personally set the prices for the entire company nationwide.”

Customer: “Wait, really?”

Me: “No, sir. I’m seventeen and on minimum wage.”

Customer: “No need to be smart.”

Me: “One of us has to be.” 

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