A Thrill In The Drive-Thru

| OH, USA | Awesome Workers, Bosses & Owners

(One of the managers at my workplace has gotten to know my little brother, who is in the high school marching band. Every now and then, she’ll ask me about the type of show the band does at the football game.)

Me: “This week, they did a Thriller show. The drum major’s mom knows [Local Costume Store Owner], so [Local Costume Store Owner] rented a hearse, which brought the drum major onto the field.”

Manager: “That’s so cool!”

Me: “They even wore zombie makeup. Mom and Dad didn’t recognize [Brother].”

(At that time, my parents come through the drive-thru, with my brother in the car. When they pull up to the window after paying, my manager grabs the bag of food.)

Manager: “Show me the Thriller pics!”

(My manager stopped the drive-thru workers so we could all watch the video of the marching band’s half-time show.)

First Aid Came Last

| NM, USA | Health & Body

(My shift starts with my shift-lead noticing a giant new box of bandages in the store.)

Shift Lead: “I love how you injure yourselves so often that [Manager] believes we need 1000 bandages of varying sizes.”

(Not even 20 minutes later.)

Coworker: *holding hand awkwardly* “Um. I cut myself on the blender.”

(His finger is gushing blood and there’s an awkward flap of skin hanging off.)

Shift Lead: “Crap. How did you ev— Okay, clearly [Manager] should have sprung for sutures and first aid training for everyone. Someone disinfect that blender. Jeez, do I need to take you to the ER?”

Tried To Change The Outcome

| Greenville, SC, USA | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Money

(I am stopping by a local burger place known for their king-like mascot. After placing my order in the drive-thru I pull up to pay. This is where all the fun begins…)

Cashier: “The total is [something less than 10 dollars].”

Me: “Here you go.” *hands over a ten dollar bill*

(Without looking, the cashier opened her till, took out a few bills and handed them back to me. When I look in my hand I see the ten I had just given her along with a twenty dollar bill.)

Me: “Um, ma’am? You gave me thirty dollars back in change.”

(Cashier just has a blank expression.)

Me: “I… gave you a ten. You gave me back way too much money. Your till is going to be short. My change should be [somewhere around two dollars].”

Cashier: “One second, sir.”

(She disappears for a minute, and then comes back with a gruff looking manager.)

Manager: “Is there a problem with your change, sir?”

Me: “Yes. Your cashier gave me back too much money. I paid with a ten, and she handed me thirty dollars back. She’s going to be short, and I just wanted to make sure her till wasn’t going to be off.”

Manager: “Sir, I watched her give you correct change. I don’t know what kind of scam you’re running, but it isn’t happening here. Here’s your order. Now get out of our drive-thru.”

(And that is how you get paid to eat at a burger place. I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces when her till was short at least thirty dollars.)

A Ham-Fisted Attempt At Vegetarianism

| Belgium | Employees, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(It’s late in the evening. My mother and I had a very long day, and neither of us are in the mood to cook, so we decided to grab a snack at the chip van. Note that I’m a vegetarian.)

Me: “Excuse me, sir, are those lumpias vegetarian?”

Him: “Yes, ma’am! There is just some sparkle of ham in it.”

Me: “…”

(My mother could barely retain her laughter until we left.)

Making A Mocha-ry Of The Order

| SC, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I go into a local fast food chain to get drinks for myself and a friend.)

Me: “Hi, could I get an Iced Mocha, and an Iced Caramel Mocha?”

Cashier: “Okay, so, a caramel frappe and a mocha frappe.”

Me: “Sorry, no, I wanted the Iced Mocha and Iced Caramel Mocha.”

Cashier: *rings me up for iced coffee, which is not the same thing* “Do you want French Vanilla, Hazelnut, or Caramel Syrup?”

Me: “Actually, I wanted the Iced Mocha.” *points to board* “Right up there.”

Cashier: *condescendingly* “Yes, did you want French Vanilla, Caramel, or Hazelnut syrup?”

Me: “None, because I don’t want an iced coffee. I wanted Iced Mochas.”

Cashier: “Don’t take that tone with me.”

(The cashier calls the manager over. I explain what I want and he punches in the two drinks.)

Cashier: “Do you still want the frappes?”

Me: “I never wanted the frappes.”

(The cashier took my money, and then practically threw the change at me. While I waited for my drinks, I noticed her whispering to coworkers and pointing at me. I can understand that it might have been her first day, but she didn’t need to treat me like that.)