The Pursuit Of Happy Meals
As a cashier at a famous fast food chain, one of my light-hearted moments is serving small children who occasionally come inside from a playground across the street from us to place an order. It’s always cute seeing their math skills.
Girl #1: “Happy Meal, please.”
Me: “That will be €3.69, please.”
The girl’s face falls, and she turns around and walks towards the door with her head down.
Me: “Excuse me! Come back! Just give me what you have this time.”
I’ll toss in my own dollar or so at the end of my shift.
Girl #1: “But I only have €5!” *Sadly holding up the bill*
And then there was this little monster.
Girl #2: “Happy Meal, please!”
Me: “That will be €3.69, please.”
She gives me a €2 coin while smiling sweetly.
Me: “I still need €1.69…”
Girl #2: *Smiling sweetly* “My mommy gave it to me!”
Me: “Okay, but you still need more money for a Happy Meal. You need €1.69 more.”
She continues to smile sweetly.
Me: *Giving her an annoyed look* “Sweetheart, this is the third time you’re doing this. Do you realize that when you don’t have enough money, I have to go get my piggy bank and pay the rest for you?”
She nods her head while still smiling.
Me: “But that doesn’t bother you, does it?”
She shakes her head, giggling.
Me: “Little monster…”
I hand over her meal.
Girl #2: “Thank yooouuuu!”
Me: “Please tell your mommy that—”
She happily dashes for the door.
It’s definitely a relief from having to deal with pissy and entitled customers who scream at me for not putting enough napkins in their takeout bag.
I only cover for small innocent children who genuinely don’t understand that they don’t have enough money for their order.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
