The Kids Are Not Alright
Customer: “I want a [Combo Meal].”
Me: “That’s $6.”
He hands me a five-dollar bill.
Me: “I need one more.”
Customer: “That’s all I got.”
Me: “Then I can’t give you the combo. You could get [$5 meal] instead?”
Customer: “No, I want [$6 meal].”
Me: “Then you need to give me another dollar.”
The customer’s eyes latch onto the Perspex charity box we have at the counter, mostly made up of coins and dollar bills.
Customer: “Take a dollar from that.”
Me: “That’s for charity.”
Customer: “I’m poor and can’t afford my meal. I’m charity.”
Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, but that’s for a children’s charity.”
Customer: “I’m seventeen.”
This customer had more grey hairs than Leslie Nielsen.
Me: “Well then, I have to say you look terrible.”
Customer: *Pulling out a ten-dollar bill and throwing it at me.* “You ageist piece of s***.”
