I stopped by Carls Jr after work today and there was a small line. Nothing too busy. The guy ahead of me places his order and there was something off about him.
I wasn't paying attention to what he said to the cashier but he mentioned something about not being from here. I don't know if it was what he said, but I had a feeling about that guy. I placed my order and waited - there were a few orders ahead of me.
Out of nowhere the guy asks me "How would you feel if a place ripped you off?"
"Um, I'd be pretty pissed." I replied.
About a minute passed when he mumbled something about it taking too long. He went up to the counter and asked where his burger was. The cashier said that there were a few orders ahead of him.
Well, that was apparently the wrong answer.
"What the fucks wrong with you!? Where's my burger!? You can't do this to me! I'm a customer and a citizen!"
The cashier looked confused and turned to the back to ask how long his food would. She said it'd be a few minutes.
"What the fuck! What's wrong with you!?"
At that point her coworker turned towards the guy and told him he can't talk to her like that and to chill the hell out.
"Why the fuck are you getting involved!? This doesn't concern you! I'm an American!"
* facepalm * What . . . the . . . fuck?
The worker told him to take his money and leave. He did, swearing he'd never come back (thank God).
Crazy fuckers are crazy.
I wasn't paying attention to what he said to the cashier but he mentioned something about not being from here. I don't know if it was what he said, but I had a feeling about that guy. I placed my order and waited - there were a few orders ahead of me.
Out of nowhere the guy asks me "How would you feel if a place ripped you off?"
"Um, I'd be pretty pissed." I replied.
About a minute passed when he mumbled something about it taking too long. He went up to the counter and asked where his burger was. The cashier said that there were a few orders ahead of him.
Well, that was apparently the wrong answer.
"What the fucks wrong with you!? Where's my burger!? You can't do this to me! I'm a customer and a citizen!"
The cashier looked confused and turned to the back to ask how long his food would. She said it'd be a few minutes.
"What the fuck! What's wrong with you!?"
At that point her coworker turned towards the guy and told him he can't talk to her like that and to chill the hell out.
"Why the fuck are you getting involved!? This doesn't concern you! I'm an American!"
* facepalm * What . . . the . . . fuck?
The worker told him to take his money and leave. He did, swearing he'd never come back (thank God).
Crazy fuckers are crazy.
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