So I work till 11, so Arby's is pretty much the only thing open when I'm on my way home. I stop in tonight and there's just one other guy in the place (the dining room closes at 12).
Now I'm starting to feel bad because they've obviously started cleaning up for the night and here I am coming in a half hour before close and ordering food. I place my order and go to the island that holds the drink machine/napkins/condiments/etc. While I'm grabbing my napkins, I see the guy get up from his table and just when it hits me what's about to happen all I hear is "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAURGH!@!@!"
Dude just totally blew chunks in the goddamn restaurant. He went back to his seat muttering "I shouldn't have tried to eat", and at first I thought he was sick, but it became clear he was drunk off his ass. The shift manager had this "I can't fucking believe this" look on her face while I'm just kind of standing there like a deer in the headlights afraid any movement might trigger another vomit volcano.
Guy apologizes in that wonderful drunk person style (ie: often and incoherently) while the staff informs me this isn't the first time this has happened. Dude shows up drunk all the time and every so often he spews all over the place. I know the gas station across the street is a popular cop hangout so I told the shift manager that they can refuse service to someone visibily drunk since vomit + place where food is served = unsanitary, and she could get a cop from across the street to back her up. She said "oh I've called the damn cops before, I'm not afraid to do that if I have to".
Honestly, how little respect for yourself or your fellow man do you have to have to get stinking drunk to the point of vomiting in a fast food joint at 11:30 pm? If that's not a moment of clarity, I don't know what is.
Now I'm starting to feel bad because they've obviously started cleaning up for the night and here I am coming in a half hour before close and ordering food. I place my order and go to the island that holds the drink machine/napkins/condiments/etc. While I'm grabbing my napkins, I see the guy get up from his table and just when it hits me what's about to happen all I hear is "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAURGH!@!@!"
Dude just totally blew chunks in the goddamn restaurant. He went back to his seat muttering "I shouldn't have tried to eat", and at first I thought he was sick, but it became clear he was drunk off his ass. The shift manager had this "I can't fucking believe this" look on her face while I'm just kind of standing there like a deer in the headlights afraid any movement might trigger another vomit volcano.
Guy apologizes in that wonderful drunk person style (ie: often and incoherently) while the staff informs me this isn't the first time this has happened. Dude shows up drunk all the time and every so often he spews all over the place. I know the gas station across the street is a popular cop hangout so I told the shift manager that they can refuse service to someone visibily drunk since vomit + place where food is served = unsanitary, and she could get a cop from across the street to back her up. She said "oh I've called the damn cops before, I'm not afraid to do that if I have to".
Honestly, how little respect for yourself or your fellow man do you have to have to get stinking drunk to the point of vomiting in a fast food joint at 11:30 pm? If that's not a moment of clarity, I don't know what is.
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