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So after selling a measily 60 pieces of chicken in a 4-hour period, someone comes up and asks for a 2-piece dinner. Problem is, we ran out of potato wedges.
"Oh, that's ok, I'll wait until more come up"
"Sorry, there won't be any more tonight"
"WHAT? Why the hell not?!"
"We close in 5 minutes"
"So?! I want my damn wedges"
"The friers are off, the cooler is locked, and I plan on being out of here at 8:05"
"I'm gonna speak to your manager about this"
"Have fun with that, she's only here from 4:30 AM to 6:30 AM"
"Oh, that's ok, I'll wait until more come up"
"Sorry, there won't be any more tonight"
"WHAT? Why the hell not?!"
"We close in 5 minutes"
"So?! I want my damn wedges"
"The friers are off, the cooler is locked, and I plan on being out of here at 8:05"
"I'm gonna speak to your manager about this"
"Have fun with that, she's only here from 4:30 AM to 6:30 AM"