Dip + Shit = Customer
Today, I was at work, handing out the bags for drive-through. A skinny, clueless-looking white female pulled up, got out her purse and asked blankly, "Did I pay yet?"
She obviously had paid, but I live in the moment, and now I had a decision to make. I could tell her the truth and leave her a bit embarrassed, or I could lie to her and have a little fun. Naturally, I chose the latter.
I took her money and walked out of her line of sight, being careful to not say a word to her about what I was doing. I hid perfectly behind the fry station, having Phil, a co-worker, hand me the items of her order one by one. Once I had everything, I quickly grabbed some napkins and stuffed the money between them. I put the napkins in the bag, along with the money, and coyly handed it out the window.
"Have a good one, ma'am."
"Thanks, you too!"
I was astonished. It actually worked. She had absolutely no clue as to what was going on in her life. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would've received the same response if I had given her an empty paper bag, kept the money, and told her to go fuck a tree branch.
Anyway, on that bittersweet note of utter idiocy, she drove out of the parking lot and into the sunset.
"The sunset" being a figurative term for "cross-traffic".
-chth
She obviously had paid, but I live in the moment, and now I had a decision to make. I could tell her the truth and leave her a bit embarrassed, or I could lie to her and have a little fun. Naturally, I chose the latter.
I took her money and walked out of her line of sight, being careful to not say a word to her about what I was doing. I hid perfectly behind the fry station, having Phil, a co-worker, hand me the items of her order one by one. Once I had everything, I quickly grabbed some napkins and stuffed the money between them. I put the napkins in the bag, along with the money, and coyly handed it out the window.
"Have a good one, ma'am."
"Thanks, you too!"
I was astonished. It actually worked. She had absolutely no clue as to what was going on in her life. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would've received the same response if I had given her an empty paper bag, kept the money, and told her to go fuck a tree branch.
Anyway, on that bittersweet note of utter idiocy, she drove out of the parking lot and into the sunset.
"The sunset" being a figurative term for "cross-traffic".
-chth