(I’m a manager at a popular fast food restaurant. The phone is ringing but i’m too busy at the moment to grab it. I flag down an employee who has a history of asking not so bright questions.)
Me: “Hey, [Coworker], can you grab the phone for me?”
Coworker: *gives me a blank look* “What do I say?”
Me: “You could always start with hello and work from there.”
Me: “Hi, can I get two [value meals], twelve nuggets, and two sundaes, please”.
Cashier: “Sorry, we don’t sell twelve nuggets. We only have them in six or ten packs”.
Me: “Okay… Can I get two of the six-pack, then?”
Cashier: *pauses* “Oh… yeah, I guess we could do that.”
(I am at a fast food restaurant with a group, ordering separately. The cashier takes the order of the first person, then leaves the register and starts doing stuff in back, with me and the rest of my friends still in line. After a few minutes, I wonder if we should move to another register.)
Me: “Excuse me, is this register still open?”
Cashier: *huge sigh* “It is. I’m just not at it.”
(We moved to another line.)
(I go into a fast food restaurant and place an order that is very standard: their double cheeseburger and French fries. No customization. As I’m waiting for my food, I notice that they are bagging older, limp fries that have been sitting under the warmer. I don’t know what my face looked like, but the cashier must have noticed my distaste.)
Employee: “You know, if you want fresh fries, just ask for them without the salt. You’ll have to wait, but they’ll be fresh, and you can put the salt on yourself.”
Me: “Thanks, man. I’ll do that.”
(I get my order and leave. A couple of days later I return around the same time, and the same cashier is working, so I get in his line and place my order, asking for the fries without salt. The cashier goes red in the face, and angrily punches in the order.)
Employee: *glaring* “Are you kidding me? You’re like the fifth person to ask for that today. Do you know how much you’re holding up the line just so we can make you your special batch of fries?”.
Me: “Dude, you’re the one who told me to order it that way. If you don’t want people to order fries without salt, stop telling people that is the easiest way to get fresh fries.”
(He immediately starts protesting loudly, as the person next to him turns out to be his manager, and coolly says:)
Manager: “I knew it was you.”