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This Day Is Going Down Under

| Matamoras, PA, USA | Coworkers, Musical Mayhem

(I work at a fast food restaurant, when I hear a strange noise in the headset.)

Me: “What on earth was that?”

(The noise continues and one of my other coworkers has a plastic cup up to his mouth and is blowing/humming into it.)

Coworker #1: “It sounds like a didgeridoo.”

Coworker #2: “How about you didgeri-don’t?”

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Things Will Only Get Purse From Here

| WI, USA | Coworkers, Love/Romance, Rude & Risque

(I recently started my first job at a popular fast food chain. After clocking out of my third shift, I go into the back room to grab my things and find one of my coworkers digging through her purse.)

Coworker: “Ugh! I hate these things! I wish I could carry a wallet but my husband says they’re unladylike!”

Me: *without thinking* “Screw your husband!”

Coworker: *turns to look at me, deadpan* “Oh, believe me. I do.”

(She walked away as I began to wheeze with laughter.)

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Reached Your ‘T’ Total

, | Jacksonville, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Food & Drink, Funny Names

Me: “I’d like three soft tacos with no lettuce, and a medium drink.”

Cashier: “A T8?”

Me: “What?”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “I’m sorry; I still don’t understand what you’re saying to me.”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “You’re just repeating that over and over.”

Cashier: “Do you want a T8?”

Me: “I don’t know what that is.”

Cashier: *pointing to the menu* “A T8.”

Me: *squinting to read the print describing the meal* “Um…”

Cashier: “Three tacos and a drink.”

Me: *rolling my eyes* “Then, yes, call it that if you want.”

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They Don’t Feel Like Chicken Tonight

| Vandalia, OH, USA | Employees, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(For casual family gatherings, my mom likes to pick up fried chicken, and then make enough sides for everyone at home. We don’t think anything of it, until this happened.)

Mom: “Hi, I’d like two buckets of original style chicken.”

Cashier: Oh… um… okay…” *wanders off*

(Mom and I exchange confused looks, even more so when the cashier returns with the manager.)

Manager: “Ma’am, for large orders like this, we prefer you call ahead. We can make it, but it’ll be a wait.”

Mom: “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that was a large order. We’re happy to wait.”

(We pay for our order, and fifteen minutes pass, with Mom getting more annoyed as she thinks about what’s happened. Finally, they hand us our food.)

Manager: “Next time you have an order this large, you really need to call ahead.”

Mom: “If you don’t have two buckets of chicken available at six o’clock on a Saturday night, you’ve got bigger problems than me.”