God Damn I hate people!!! (long one)
It seems that from time to time, I forget that I really, truly hate people!! Luckily for me, someone always reminds me.
Yesterday night, I walk into the KFC/Taco Bell on Taschereau to buy our dinner. As usual, there are about 10 people in line waiting to order while another five are patiently waiting for their food.
So I join the line with everyone else, minding my own headache and waiting for my turn to order. We get to the point where the family, with the ugly green jacket, two spots ahead of me orders his food and gets told that the kitchen has run out of chicken and that his bucket is going to have to wait approximately 15 minutes!!! Ridiculous, I know, it’s dinner time, but anyway.
So he starts lambasting the 15-year-old (helpless) girl at the cash… “Ça pas d’allure que j’aille à attendre de même parce que vous êtes mal organisé!! Vous êtes un restaurant de fast food, ça devrait pas prendre 15 minutes pour servir du fast food, c’est ridicule! Ma famille a faim, ça marche pas votre affaire….”
OK, I can understand the frustration, I wouldn’t want to hear that my fried chicken’ll take 15 minutes before it’s ready… but knowing the cashier can’t do anything, I’d ask to speak to the manager or just cancel my order and go somewhere else. Everyone knows the little girl won’t be able to do a thing!!
Anyway, once this guy calms down, some girl who’s been waiting for her food for about 10 minutes starts mouthing off that the service here is atrocious and that she’s been waiting for about 15 minutes and that fast food joints should be prepared to serve food fast, especially at dinner time and that her wait time of 20 minutes is way too long and that she’s hungry now, not in the future and that waiting for 25 minutes is ridiculous (I shit you not, her wait time went up by 5 minutes everytime she mentioned it!!).
By that time, I got to order my food… moving on.
This bitch is obviously doing it for show. The guy with the green jacket was just talking to the cashier and was not screaming and yelling. I heard him because I was close. This girl was loud and was looking around and yapping at everyone about how horrible the service was. Evidently, she was trying to get others who were there to join in… and just like sheep, the herd followed and several people WHO HAD NOT ORDERED YET started grumbling, yet REMAINED IN LINE, knowing they were going to wait a while. If you’re not happy and YOU KNOW your food is going to take a while, just leave, do something about it!!!
Anyway, by this time I’m really aggravated, not at the service, at the whiners! I’m tired, I’ve got a headache, I’m sensing a foul mood rising and I just want my food so I can get out of there!! The bitch gets her food and walks out, thankfully. So I’m thinking things will settle down now… yeah right.
The old woman in line behind gets to order and slips a comment to the cashier about how horrible the service is here. I felt like turning around and telling her point blank “She fucking knows it by now, don’t fucking pile it on!!” But I remain calm.
The line moves… the girl in front of me takes a couple of steps forward and so do I, careful not to invade her personal space. The old woman behind me obviously has no idea of what personal space is and stands directly behind me. Everytime she moves her arm or something I can feel her jacket rustling on my hoodie.
The line moves again, the girl ahead of me moves forward, I get closer to her, hoping the old bat behind me won’t try to feel me up again… Nope, she’s one of those who thinks that the closer you are to the end of the line, the faster it will be, so she jams me again.
I do a little sidestep for a bit of room and she moves in on the empty space I just created. I fucking lost it!!!
“Coudons esti, t’es tu en manques d’affection???
- What??
- I said are you lacking affection??
- No!!” she answers while grabbing her husband’s hand (he was standing behind her and had all the space in the world)
“The line’s not gonna go faster just because you think it will if you’re closer to the serving area!!! You’re cramming me, BACK OFF!!!”
The husband knows I’m right cuz he doesn’t say a word, but before she even has time to answer, some older woman seven people back drops this bomb:
“This is a free country, she’s allowed to do what she wants!!!”
To which I spit back:
“This IS a free country and I’M allowed to do what I want too!! And if YOU don’t like it, DO SOMETHING!! (cassé)
Before anyone else can join in the fun, I here the cashier right behind me say:
“Qui qui a commandé les deux burritos fondant, le croque-diable et le quesadilla au poulet?”
I turn around and raise my hand, she hands me the bag with my food, I thank her and gives me the biggest smile… I think she got a kick out of my thrashing the others!!
I got served much faster than people who had been waiting a while, most likely because nothing I ordered was out of stock in the kitchen. I kinda felt bad for those who ordered before me and were still waiting. However, I was, once again, reminded…
Fuck I hate people!!!
Yesterday night, I walk into the KFC/Taco Bell on Taschereau to buy our dinner. As usual, there are about 10 people in line waiting to order while another five are patiently waiting for their food.
So I join the line with everyone else, minding my own headache and waiting for my turn to order. We get to the point where the family, with the ugly green jacket, two spots ahead of me orders his food and gets told that the kitchen has run out of chicken and that his bucket is going to have to wait approximately 15 minutes!!! Ridiculous, I know, it’s dinner time, but anyway.
So he starts lambasting the 15-year-old (helpless) girl at the cash… “Ça pas d’allure que j’aille à attendre de même parce que vous êtes mal organisé!! Vous êtes un restaurant de fast food, ça devrait pas prendre 15 minutes pour servir du fast food, c’est ridicule! Ma famille a faim, ça marche pas votre affaire….”
OK, I can understand the frustration, I wouldn’t want to hear that my fried chicken’ll take 15 minutes before it’s ready… but knowing the cashier can’t do anything, I’d ask to speak to the manager or just cancel my order and go somewhere else. Everyone knows the little girl won’t be able to do a thing!!
Anyway, once this guy calms down, some girl who’s been waiting for her food for about 10 minutes starts mouthing off that the service here is atrocious and that she’s been waiting for about 15 minutes and that fast food joints should be prepared to serve food fast, especially at dinner time and that her wait time of 20 minutes is way too long and that she’s hungry now, not in the future and that waiting for 25 minutes is ridiculous (I shit you not, her wait time went up by 5 minutes everytime she mentioned it!!).
By that time, I got to order my food… moving on.
This bitch is obviously doing it for show. The guy with the green jacket was just talking to the cashier and was not screaming and yelling. I heard him because I was close. This girl was loud and was looking around and yapping at everyone about how horrible the service was. Evidently, she was trying to get others who were there to join in… and just like sheep, the herd followed and several people WHO HAD NOT ORDERED YET started grumbling, yet REMAINED IN LINE, knowing they were going to wait a while. If you’re not happy and YOU KNOW your food is going to take a while, just leave, do something about it!!!
Anyway, by this time I’m really aggravated, not at the service, at the whiners! I’m tired, I’ve got a headache, I’m sensing a foul mood rising and I just want my food so I can get out of there!! The bitch gets her food and walks out, thankfully. So I’m thinking things will settle down now… yeah right.
The old woman in line behind gets to order and slips a comment to the cashier about how horrible the service is here. I felt like turning around and telling her point blank “She fucking knows it by now, don’t fucking pile it on!!” But I remain calm.
The line moves… the girl in front of me takes a couple of steps forward and so do I, careful not to invade her personal space. The old woman behind me obviously has no idea of what personal space is and stands directly behind me. Everytime she moves her arm or something I can feel her jacket rustling on my hoodie.
The line moves again, the girl ahead of me moves forward, I get closer to her, hoping the old bat behind me won’t try to feel me up again… Nope, she’s one of those who thinks that the closer you are to the end of the line, the faster it will be, so she jams me again.
I do a little sidestep for a bit of room and she moves in on the empty space I just created. I fucking lost it!!!
“Coudons esti, t’es tu en manques d’affection???
- What??
- I said are you lacking affection??
- No!!” she answers while grabbing her husband’s hand (he was standing behind her and had all the space in the world)
“The line’s not gonna go faster just because you think it will if you’re closer to the serving area!!! You’re cramming me, BACK OFF!!!”
The husband knows I’m right cuz he doesn’t say a word, but before she even has time to answer, some older woman seven people back drops this bomb:
“This is a free country, she’s allowed to do what she wants!!!”
To which I spit back:
“This IS a free country and I’M allowed to do what I want too!! And if YOU don’t like it, DO SOMETHING!! (cassé)
Before anyone else can join in the fun, I here the cashier right behind me say:
“Qui qui a commandé les deux burritos fondant, le croque-diable et le quesadilla au poulet?”
I turn around and raise my hand, she hands me the bag with my food, I thank her and gives me the biggest smile… I think she got a kick out of my thrashing the others!!
I got served much faster than people who had been waiting a while, most likely because nothing I ordered was out of stock in the kitchen. I kinda felt bad for those who ordered before me and were still waiting. However, I was, once again, reminded…
Fuck I hate people!!!