Racism = Stupidity

| TX, USA | Right | August 3, 2016

(My husband and I are in line to order behind this older redneck-type man with a sour attitude. For the most part, I’m paying no attention, because I’m sharing a work-related conversation with hubby, though it’s easy to see that the conversation is tense. Suddenly, the older guy explodes on the young, Hispanic cashier.)

Customer: “D*** it! I just want to order a d*** burger. Is that so f***ing hard to do?”

Cashier: “Sir, I just want to know if you want curly fries or regular fries.”

Customer: “I don’t speak wetback, boy! You need to learn American.”

Cashier: *visibly upset now* “I asked if you want curly fries or regular fries.”

Customer: “Can’t understand a f***ing thing. Need to fire all of your a**es and hire some d*** Americans.”

Me: “Wait, what seems to be the problem here?”

Customer: “I can’t understand the d*** wetback behind the counter. He’s got a f***ing thick accent.”

(This is a complete lie; the kid has no accent at all. We’ve understood every word that he has said clearly.)

Me: “Well, maybe I can help. I know a little Spanish.” *I turn to the cashier, and in perfect English, ask:* “What was the order number and what comes with it?”

Cashier: “He ordered a number eight. It comes with mayo, mustard, and ketchup. I wanted to know if he wanted curly fries or regular with it.”

Me: *turns to the older customer and as loud and slow as I can* “HE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANT CURLY FRIES OR REGULAR FRIES!”

Customer: “What the f***?! Why are you f***ing yelling at me?!”

Me: “Oh, I thought you were deaf. So, is it a stupidity problem, then? Or just racism?”

(He got red in the face and stormed out, still muttering about how Mexicans were taking over Texas. The cashier and his fellow workers were laughing the whole way. I got a free small shake out of it, but I’d have done it with or without the shake.)

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Strangers Ignore The Con-Texture

| ME, USA | Friendly | August 2, 2016

(We are getting something to eat after an NICU developmental appointment for our daughter. It’s worth noting that I am autistic and textures in food will sometimes feel off to me, therefore not allowing me to eat. It’s also worth noting that I’m a rather heavy woman. We are out to eat at a well-known fast food restaurant, and it’s the first time I’m trying one of their burgers.)

Me: *removing the burger* “Blech.”

Husband: “Don’t like it?”

Me: “Oh, no, I like it… It’s just that the texture is off to me. Shame, it tasted good, too…”

Husband: “It’s all right, babe. Maybe we can find something else you like later.”

Me: “Maybe.”

(At this point, a random couple walks by, clearly not amused by me taking apart the burger.)

Man: “Picky b****.”

Husband: “I’m sorry?”

Man: “What? Clearly she’s a picky b****! Then again, probably could afford to skip a few burgers! What’s this, sweetheart, your fifth burger?”

Husband: “Listen, a**hole, my wife has an invisible disorder that sometimes prevents her from eating something if the texture isn’t right. She can’t help it and it bothers her because she can’t get enough protein in a day. On top of that, she is TRYING to be healthier for our daughter!”

Man: “Whatever. Kid will probably end up a fat b****.”

Husband: “Now you’ve crossed the line.”

(My husband stands up, ready to fight the stranger, when his wife intervenes.)

Woman: “It’s not like she’s autistic!”

Me: “I am!”

Husband: “She is autistic!”

(At this point, nearly everyone in the place is staring in our direction and I’m on the verge of grabbing our daughter and running out.)

Man: “Bull-s***! She’s just being picky! Waste of money and space…”

Husband: “She works hard, every single day, since the day she gave birth at 26 weeks to our daughter, to be the best mom she can be, to lose weight, clean, and cook on a daily basis despite the physical pain from her back and hips and her autism. I will be damned if I let you, or anyone else, put her down for something she cannot control. What does it matter to you if she eats a bun, cheese, and ketchup because the burger had a texture that was off to her? She actually took more bites than usual. Now f*** off before I take your over sized head and shove it in the garbage!”

(The couple grumbled and left, bright red after receiving many glares, but the damage was already done. I didn’t eat for the rest of the meal, despite the amount of times my husband tried, but on the way out he bought me a dessert, telling me I had enough stress for a month. I love him.)

Giving You The Onion Ringaround

, | Yorkshire, England, UK | Working | August 2, 2016

(I’m on a break from work, so go to a fast food place to get a snack. I order eight onion rings, take the bag, go to find a seat, only to open it and find they’ve given me five chicken nuggets instead. Note that I’m a vegetarian, so it’s not as if I can just eat them anyway.)

Me: “I’m really sorry to bother you, but I ordered eight onion rings from you, and you’ve given me chicken nuggets instead.”

Cashier: “Oh, I’m so sorry about that! I’ll get it sorted right away!”

(She hands me another bag, and even though I doubt they’d get it wrong again, I open it to check before going back to my seat.)

Me: “Uh, excuse me… but these are still chicken nuggets. You’ve just given me eight instead of five. I ordered EIGHT ONION RINGS.”

Cashier: “Oh, wow, I’m honestly so sorry! I don’t know how this happened; I’ll sort it out for you now!”

(She hands me another bag, with five onion rings. By this point I’m so happy to not have chicken nuggets again that I don’t bother going back to complain for the third time. At least they were polite about it!)

The Mother Of All Bad Customers

, | Salt Lake City, UT, USA | Right | August 2, 2016

(I work at a very popular fast food place. It’s Friday night, so we’re incredibly packed. I’m on front register, which I rarely do; I usually always make the food. Despite this, I have no affiliation with the drive-thru, as I’m trying to take care of all my customers by myself. A woman comes up almost behind the counter and starts SCREAMING at me, interrupting the customer’s order I’m currently taking.)

Customer: “THIS IS A F****ING JOKE! I HAVE BEEN IN THE DRIVE-THRU FOR 20 F****ING MINUTES AND NO ONE HAS TAKEN MY ORDER!”

(The store goes silent as this woman is almost yelling bloody murder.)

Me: “I apologize, ma’am! I am currently serving customers up front but I can grab my manager for you!”

Customer: “BULL****! I USED TO WORK AT THIS F***ING DUMP AND WE USED TO STAND OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN AND TAKE ORDERS BY HAND! YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF LAZY MOTHERF***ERS! GET OUTSIDE AND TAKE MY ORDER!”

Me: *dumbfounded*, but trying to get my line back in order as she storms out*

Next Customer: “What a f****** b****. I’m sorry. I can’t believe people get off on screaming at hard workers over food. I’ve always loved how well you guys work here, and I don’t mind waiting for good food.”

Coworker: *head down, in shame* “That was my mom. She’s so embarrassing.”

(I later found out she cut in line and screamed at a manager of mine until she cried. I still boil remembering this transaction, but I still feel awful for my coworker. I heard he went home and told her off royal and she hasn’t tried it again.)

How Do You Like Dem Apple Pies?

, | Fulton, MS, USA | Right | August 2, 2016

(I work at a very popular fast food chain. This happens around 10:30 pm. I am working the drive-thru window.)

Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]! How may I help you?”

Customer: “I would like to order two apple pies, please.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we only have one apple pie left for the night. Is there anything else you would like along with that pie?”

Customer: “How much is one pie?”

Me: “Eighty-nine cents.”

Customer: “Aren’t they two for a dollar?”

Me: “It’s $1.19, actually. Plus tax, it’s $1.27.”

Customer: “You can just sell me that pie for fifty cents then.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m not allowed to do that.”

Customer: “Well, it’s not my d*** fault you idiots don’t have stuff prepared for customers like you should, so I should get the pie for half the price.”

Me: “Ma’am, I am sorry, but I cannot give-”

Customer: “Stop talking and listen! I’m offering to pay for the d*** thing, so you’re not GIVING me anything!”

(By this time, I’m fed up and I decide to tell my manager about it. While I am explaining what is happening to my manager, the woman is still cussing into my headset. My manager has on a headset as well, so she hears the whole thing. Right as she is about to intervene, the woman blows up completely.)

Customer: “You know what? F*** this s***! F*** this company and f*** you! I will file a complaint on your a** and have you fired, you stupid f****** b****!”

Me: *turns headset back on* “Oh, please do, ma’am. You’ll be doing me the biggest favor.”

(The woman drove off, but she never filed a complaint and I still have my job. I always make sure we have a few apple pies left over towards the night in case I ever have to encounter someone as stupid as her again.)

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