THE MONDAY THAT TURNED AWKWARD


Mondays.

It started out beautifully. Until the Entitled Karens and Kevins came in. 

Sometimes I dont blame them. Some customers have been caged in with their children for months. Some are getting tired of just eating fast food. 

I have to admire the families that were quarantined together and didnt kill each other♥

However it didnt stop the Entitled Karens from getting on  my last nerve!

CUSTOMER: Make sure my sausage egg muffins have no cheese.

ME: I can’t make sure of anything if you don’t ask

CUSTOMER: Is it lunch? 
ME: not till 11 every day.
CUSTOMER: well I’m not here every day. 
ME: ma’am I realize that but I’m saying that because I am supposed to.

CUSTOMER: I want a cheeseburger burger happy meal. And another cheese burger meal. 
ME: another kids meal?
CUSTOMER: um no a cheeseburger meal. 
ME:  you didn’t order one that’s why I asked

CUSTOMER: I will have 3 large pops. Why are you charging me for reg price on my drinks. It’s $1 drink. 
ME: no it’s not. 
CUSTOMER: yes it is! 
ME: no we dont have them yet. We havent advertise them yet.
CUSTOMER: Yes you are! It says on the website!Now, I want the $1 drinks!
ME: Ma’am, we just started our frappes and slushies. We havent started our $1 drinks now what else do you want!
CUSTOMER: Just two drinks then.

One of my ultimate pet peeves when a customer orders is when two people order. The passenger and driver! The driver should always give the order. Unless there is something wrong: he/she is mute- cant speak english- there is no reason the driver cant give me the order. And correctly. The passenger is telling the driver exactly what he wants and still somehow the driver fucks it up.

ME: Was that everything?
CUSTOMER: Yes.
PASSENGER: (five minutes of silence thereafter) I would like a #3?
ME: excuse me?
CUSTOMER: a #3!
ME: are you telling me this is the same vehicle that just ordered?
CUSTOMER: Yes.
ME: Are you kidding? I just served off your order because when I asked you if the order was finished I heard you say yes. Please only one person needs to tell me the order, and that is the driver! 
CUSTOMER: What?!
ME: You tell me the order. Not your passenger! You want two #3! Please next time only one person orders! That is how mix ups happen. We cant hear the passenger anyway! 

There went a cup.

Towards the end of my shift Fraije and another one of my coworkers Sehil were talking about which coworkers were beautiful. (gag)

I suddenly heard my name. I perked up. “What? Huh? What did I do?”

The girls started laughing. Fraije had a green face, but he was laughing. “Sehil was saying how cute you were” Reese’s Pieces told me.

What?!

Sehil waved at me.

I balked. I smiled and waved back and turned back to my till. What the fuck! I was old enough to be his mother!

I peeked over my shoulder to find him looking at me.

Oh no! Just my luck! 

Why is it whenever I tell a guy damn right he likes it! Creepy.

I was walking off my shift and there was Sehil.

“Oh are you off now?” he asked.

I smiled. “Yes.”

“Did you start early?”

I shook my head.

“Oh did you only work 7 hours” he asked.

I sighed. “Yes”

“Oh have a good day”

“Thank you!” I said “You too.”

Oh dear, that’s going to be awkward at work.

 

 

3 thoughts on “THE MONDAY THAT TURNED AWKWARD

    1. Me too. Ugh. It’s ok if there is a 2-5 year difference but not a 20 year difference. How old does he think I am anyway?
      I’m often mistaken for being in my late 20s. Or the younger sister. But not that young! Yikes! 😂😂😂🤦‍♀️

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