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There is a Wendy’s about 2 blocks from where I work. It is a great Wendy’s. It has the fastest drive thru on the PLANET. I can frequently walk away from my desk at Noon, and sit back down at my desk 9 minutes later with food.
Today I pulled in and the drive thru line was long, so since my car idles rough, I decided to go in. The guy in front of me SPAZZES. Apparently, because it is about a skrillion degrees outside, they have been selling a lot of Frostys. This guy was IRATE because he requested an “Extra thick” frosty, and his frosty was not extra thick. For those of you not familiar, the frosty machine has a spigot. That is all. The employee puts a cup up there, opens the valve, fills the cut, closes the valve, and voila…a frosty. I saw the frosty in question. It was of average consistency, not runny. The guy was freaking out. He screamed and yelled and finally started to walk away. He got about 6 steps away, and I walked up to the register. He turned around and said “F**K this, Catch this B***H” and raised his hand up to throw the frosty at the cashier. I turned around as he started to yell. As his arm went up I shot him a look.
To give you all a visual, I’m 6’2”, 280 lbs with a 42” Waist. I am a 3’ round tree trunk with arms. I look like someone that could run through a brick wall, and the only thing that would concern me is to dust the debris off my shirt.
Anyway, so I shot him a glance that said “I dare you…I’ll snatch the life right out of you.” I never said a word. He looked at me. I’m tense, my hands are in fists, and I’m on the balls of my feet. He lowered his arm. He turned around and walked out the door.
The cashier told me that this guy comes in about once a month, and ALWAYS complains that it is not thick enough, and usually throws it on the sidewalk outside. The manager came out of the office and the cashier told her what happened. I got a free meal.
I’m feel like a super hero.
Today I pulled in and the drive thru line was long, so since my car idles rough, I decided to go in. The guy in front of me SPAZZES. Apparently, because it is about a skrillion degrees outside, they have been selling a lot of Frostys. This guy was IRATE because he requested an “Extra thick” frosty, and his frosty was not extra thick. For those of you not familiar, the frosty machine has a spigot. That is all. The employee puts a cup up there, opens the valve, fills the cut, closes the valve, and voila…a frosty. I saw the frosty in question. It was of average consistency, not runny. The guy was freaking out. He screamed and yelled and finally started to walk away. He got about 6 steps away, and I walked up to the register. He turned around and said “F**K this, Catch this B***H” and raised his hand up to throw the frosty at the cashier. I turned around as he started to yell. As his arm went up I shot him a look.
To give you all a visual, I’m 6’2”, 280 lbs with a 42” Waist. I am a 3’ round tree trunk with arms. I look like someone that could run through a brick wall, and the only thing that would concern me is to dust the debris off my shirt.
Anyway, so I shot him a glance that said “I dare you…I’ll snatch the life right out of you.” I never said a word. He looked at me. I’m tense, my hands are in fists, and I’m on the balls of my feet. He lowered his arm. He turned around and walked out the door.
The cashier told me that this guy comes in about once a month, and ALWAYS complains that it is not thick enough, and usually throws it on the sidewalk outside. The manager came out of the office and the cashier told her what happened. I got a free meal.
I’m feel like a super hero.
I'll take it if he doesn't want it!!!!!!!
My brother is the same way--he's so big that he's never had to hit anyone, they cower when he gives a mean look.
Seriously.
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