![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:24 • Filed to: florida | ![]() | ![]() |
I make my order, round the corner and one of these is ahead of me. Brakes applied, reverse gear, Florida plates. Judging by the decay on the arm dangling out the window, ancient. I keep a full car length between us. They lurch back a good five feet and a horn toot before they realize what's happening.
As I pull up to the window they are stopped by the conveniently placed garbage can(driver's side) at the end of the drive-thru. The passenger throws their straw wrapper out the window.
Stay in Florida please.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:26 |
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Floridiots.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:28 |
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My blood pressure rose just reading that.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:29 |
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I used to work at a BK. The shakes are fucking delicious.
I came to hate every customer that ever came to the store because the majority were like that. I treat every fast food worker like a saint so they don't go through the same stuff I did.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:41 |
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Hell, I only worked in a summer camp kitchen - still cut them all the slack I can.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 11:55 |
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Working in any retail or service industry will do that to ya. I only ever worked as a dishwasher in a local steakhouse - never interacted with the customers themselves - and even I still maintain this attitude.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 12:04 |
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You lucky, lucky bastard.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 12:06 |
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Heh. When I was looking for a shit-job for high schoolers and summer break, I specifically was looking for a position where I would never have to interact with customers.
I already hated them enough just from the stories that the waitresses would share with us in the kitchen. Or those times when they had to bring food back because "she said her well-done steak was too dry."
Fucking idiots.
![]() 06/17/2014 at 12:10 |
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Like, I blocked ore all of the terrible memories I have with customers being fucking retarded. That's how bad it is.