They All Come Out On Halloween

| Right | October 30, 2016

(It is seven am, Halloween morning, during the start of our breakfast rush. We park two cars, one for a large order and one for two hash browns.)

Employee: *comes back inside after bringing the two bags out to the cars* “I think you guys handed me the wrong order. The woman gave me a receipt for a large order but the man said he didn’t have two hash browns either. The man stuck the bag with the big order between his legs. I asked for the receipt and food but he wouldn’t give me either.”

Man: *on cue* “I want my f****** food! I got the wrong order!”

Employee: “I was trying to get the receipt, sir, but can we get the bag back?”

Man: *in a smug tone* “Oh, bite me.”

Me: “Okay, sir; just let me see your receipt and I will gladly get it to you.”

Man: “I JUST WANT MY F****** FOOD!”

Me: “I understand, sir. I can go ahead and print the receipt for you if you’d like. Just let me know what items you had and I can get it for you.”

Man: “Are you f****** kidding me? JUST GIVE ME MY FOOD!”

Me: “Sir, I will. I just need to know what you had so I can get it for you.”

Man: “This is f****** stupid. You won’t give me my food!” *stomps out of the store, never bringing the bag with the wrong order back*

Woman: *comes inside* “I’ve been waiting for my order for a while now.”

Me: *utterly perplexed* “I… I believe that man just left with your food. But don’t worry, ma’am, I’ve got it for you.”

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