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You know, we've all had some crappy jobs. You know, ya' just had to do it? Well, the first job I had, Burger King. And my brother, he was the maneger, but he's a punk.....he thought he was the burger king, ya' know what I'm saying?
He would put me on drive through every night, and I thought that'd be cool, ya' know, but.....why do people insist on yelling at the drive through?? I mean, what's modern technology? I'd be sittin' there with my little headset and be like:
" Hi, may I take your order? "
" WHOPER!!! "
" Uh, sir? "
" WHOPER, I WANT WHOPER!! WHAT'S WRONG?! "
" Excuse me, eh, Chewbacka, uhm, I'm bleeding from the ears, here Pachino, let's calm down......We're dealing with food here, not missles, governer, now DRIVE AROUND!!
You know I'd rather have people yell, it was when people didn't talk loud enough, that drove me crazy!! I'd have ten cars lined up and I'd be like:
" Hi ma'am, may I take your order? "
" *mumble* *mumble* *mumble* pickles and *mumble* *mumble* and the pickles. "
" Uh, ma'am, can I help ya? "
" *mumble* large and the shakes with the pickles *mumbles* largen shakes with the pickles...and the pickels...and the pickels...and the pickels. "
" Okay, appearently you want some pickels....Ma'am are you trying to molest me via drive through, what are you saying?...HELLO!! "
"......Chicken tenders.....with sweet sauce all over my body. "
".....O_o.....Okay, ma'am drive around. SOMEONE GET SOME SAUCE, NOW!! COME ON, THIS WOMAN WANTS IT HER WAY!! "
 8AxelDimentioEspada4 · Mon Aug 03, 2009 @ 10:06pm · 0 Comments |
