We're running a promotion at my store right now where we ask everyone who goes through the drive thru if they want to donate a dollar to starving children. Just a dollar. In return they get a coupon for a dessert. (The cheapest dessert we have, from what I can tell, is more than a dollar. It's actually us running a charity, really.)
Most people say no, some people say yes, and everyone moves on with their life.
This guy decided not to.
See, here's a tip for you people: we can all hear you. Not only are the headphones VERY loud, loud enough that everyone near the person who has a headphone (in our store it's a mandatory two people, the person taking orders and a person running backline), but there's actually a speaker so LITERALLY can all hear whomever is speaking in the car outside.
Don't be a rude dumbass. It's not anonymous. (I know you all know this, but tiny PSA, and explanation as to why I, the Fry Girl, know exactly what this man said to the order-taker.)
Guy: You gonna donate four dollahs to me?
Order-taker: No, sir, I won't.
Guy: Then quit askin' me to donate money to yah!
They complete the transaction, and the guy pulls up to the window. The Drive Thru Runner comes up to give him his food and take his cash. I like this girl fine, and I work with her pretty closely as I do Morning Prep with her.
He immediately starts screaming and cursing at her. None of us can hear quite what he's saying--except the girl, of course. Our boss, who legitimately has a personality disorder, immediately turns his ire on the customer. He tells the girl "Step away from the window. No, STEP AWAY." The girl does so, and he goes to the customer. "Sir, you're not getting food from us today. No, you heard me." (We haven't taken any money from him yet.) "Leave." The guy speeds off.
I double-checked with the Order-taker later, and I'm like "that was just one dollar, right?"
Him: Yeah.
Me: and he lost his freaking shit.
Most people say no, some people say yes, and everyone moves on with their life.
This guy decided not to.
See, here's a tip for you people: we can all hear you. Not only are the headphones VERY loud, loud enough that everyone near the person who has a headphone (in our store it's a mandatory two people, the person taking orders and a person running backline), but there's actually a speaker so LITERALLY can all hear whomever is speaking in the car outside.
Don't be a rude dumbass. It's not anonymous. (I know you all know this, but tiny PSA, and explanation as to why I, the Fry Girl, know exactly what this man said to the order-taker.)
Guy: You gonna donate four dollahs to me?
Order-taker: No, sir, I won't.
Guy: Then quit askin' me to donate money to yah!
They complete the transaction, and the guy pulls up to the window. The Drive Thru Runner comes up to give him his food and take his cash. I like this girl fine, and I work with her pretty closely as I do Morning Prep with her.
He immediately starts screaming and cursing at her. None of us can hear quite what he's saying--except the girl, of course. Our boss, who legitimately has a personality disorder, immediately turns his ire on the customer. He tells the girl "Step away from the window. No, STEP AWAY." The girl does so, and he goes to the customer. "Sir, you're not getting food from us today. No, you heard me." (We haven't taken any money from him yet.) "Leave." The guy speeds off.
I double-checked with the Order-taker later, and I'm like "that was just one dollar, right?"
Him: Yeah.
Me: and he lost his freaking shit.
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