They Didn’t Die For Your Right To Demand A Burger

I worked at a fast food place as a teenager. I was working on Remembrance Sunday, and at 11:00 am, we held a two-minute silence to remember those who fought in the wars. There were signs up in the restaurant to tell customers that this would be happening, and most customers were joining in with the silence.

But there was one gentleman who so desperately wanted his burger that he banged his fist on the counter, demanded to know why I wouldn’t serve him, and began to swear. I quietly told him about the silence and that I would be with him as soon as it was over. Well, that wasn’t good enough; he continued to swear, stomp his feet, and sigh loudly until he decided less than one minute remaining was too long to wait and stormed out. 

Such a nice bloke.