Burger Bitch: Trapped on Dumbass Street

I’m not sure if there’s some form of Idiot fumes in the air or what’s going on, but customers and managers seem to be getting more and more retarded.

My manager just hired THREE more people, even though we have more than enough people now, my hours were already cut by half, so I had to take any extra shifts that came up just so I could do groceries, pay my phone bill and pay for Karate.

The customers today must have all came from Dumbass Street in Retard Town, the first two came in and ordered burgers.

I asked if they wanted them by themselves or in combos, they both refused the combos because “They weren’t hungry.”

I asked if that was everything and they go “Oh, and two fries and two Pepsi’s”

... Uuuh. I ask, “So, you want the combos then?”

“NO, WE DON’T WANT THE COMBOS.”

Alright, fine, so I didn’t put them in combos, which makes them about two dollars or so more expensive than the combos.

When I told them the price, they got even more snippy, but paid it.

I don’t give a shit, not my money.

Shortly afterwords, I’m waiting for a customer to, I assumed, make up his mind.

He’s just standing there, not really doing anything, so I say “I can help you over here.”

But he just kind of looks at me and keeps staring at my co-worker who was helping people at the other cash.

I stand there for a good five minutes and he still doesn’t budge.

I end up going to the back to grab a drink, when I come back, my supervisor tells me that the customer was upset that I didn’t take his order.

UUUUH.

I stood there for five fucking minutes and he didn’t come over to me, what was I supposed to do? Read his fucking mind?

AND THEN THE FINALE.

Three minutes before my shift ends (Yes, I was staring at the clock and counting) there’s a short line, maybe six people.

A woman orders, I ask her if that’s everything, but no, her husband has to order too. 

And then... –Jaws music-

... his cell phone goes off.

It’s like that moment in a movie everything stands still and you’re at the edge of your seat, just about crapping yourself with anticipation.

But sure enough, he answers his cell phone.

I ask her: “Would it be ok if I voided this out for now and took other customers orders?”

She replies: “Oh no, he’ll just be a sec.”

A sec turned into TEN FUCKING MINUTES.

I had to call someone else up to take orders on the other cash.

Do people not fucking realize that they’re wasting other people’s life?

IS THAT PHONE CALL REALLY THAT IMPORTANT?

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Burger Bitch

Comments

[Supermarket Soap]

I hate customers on a phone. One of my co-workers who we call The Bulldog due to his lack of fear of anyone. One guy was on his phone waving his hand around when asked for his card or money. The Bulldog snapped his fingers and said "Oi! For the next 30 seconds I am the most important person you're talking to, or I will serve the person behind you!" He hung up and sheepishly paid.