FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU~ aka rage post
WTF.
I hate people.
Well, more percicely the fucking IDIOTS that come through my drive thru. Seriously, I've heard "How hard is it to take a fast food order?" well, HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PLACE A FAST FOOD ORDER??????? I do no have minutes, seconds, ums, or hold on, on my menu. Also It's a fucking BEAN BURRITO or a CHEESY BEAN AND RICE BURRITO. THERE IS NO FUCKING BEAN AND CHEESE BURRITO ON THE FUCKING MENU! READ YOU FAGGOT, OR GTFO~!
Also you come to my drive through window, and expect my full attention right?! Well, I want yours in return. This means. GET THE FUCK OFF THE PHONE! No. I'm serious, hang it up, and call back later you hypocrite.
Also while at my window do not:
-Smoke
-Turn away from me to answer my questions. I can't hear you because of : a) My headset is fuckin loud as shit. and b) I'm not in your passenger seat.
-Talk on your mother fuckin phone.
-Park 3 feet from my window. I can only reach so far, and now that I have a baby belly, I refuse to lean out that window. Sorry. I'm not risking hurting my baby cause you're an ass.
-Make me feel like shit for something that I didn't do. I have no control over how well the idiots on line can follow directions. I didn't make your food, so don't bitch me out cause it's wrong. Skip over the cashier, and bith out the people that actually made your food. Prick.
-Ask for more sauce. No. You are a retard. Go buy the mild sauce that WinCo and leave me the fuck alone.
I hate people.
Well, more percicely the fucking IDIOTS that come through my drive thru. Seriously, I've heard "How hard is it to take a fast food order?" well, HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PLACE A FAST FOOD ORDER??????? I do no have minutes, seconds, ums, or hold on, on my menu. Also It's a fucking BEAN BURRITO or a CHEESY BEAN AND RICE BURRITO. THERE IS NO FUCKING BEAN AND CHEESE BURRITO ON THE FUCKING MENU! READ YOU FAGGOT, OR GTFO~!
Also you come to my drive through window, and expect my full attention right?! Well, I want yours in return. This means. GET THE FUCK OFF THE PHONE! No. I'm serious, hang it up, and call back later you hypocrite.
Also while at my window do not:
-Smoke
-Turn away from me to answer my questions. I can't hear you because of : a) My headset is fuckin loud as shit. and b) I'm not in your passenger seat.
-Talk on your mother fuckin phone.
-Park 3 feet from my window. I can only reach so far, and now that I have a baby belly, I refuse to lean out that window. Sorry. I'm not risking hurting my baby cause you're an ass.
-Make me feel like shit for something that I didn't do. I have no control over how well the idiots on line can follow directions. I didn't make your food, so don't bitch me out cause it's wrong. Skip over the cashier, and bith out the people that actually made your food. Prick.
-Ask for more sauce. No. You are a retard. Go buy the mild sauce that WinCo and leave me the fuck alone.