Well, since my entire past week has revolved around working at Burger King and very little else, I think I'll share some of the highlights.
A black man pulls up to the drive-through speaker. Now, I'm not racist, but all black men mumble. All of them. There isn't a single one that doesn't mumble. Some mumble worse than others, but they all do it. I can tell a black person from a white person because the black people can't enunciate and are harder to understand. It's annoying. But, anyway, this guy pulls up and he mumbles something about mustard. I didn't understand him, so I politely asked him if he could please repeat that. So, he scream "I SAY-ED A WHOPPA!!!!" at me through the speaker, blowing out my eardrums and the eardrums of all the people near me. Irritated, but still calm, I ask him if he wants that "whoppa" by itself or in a combo. He replies: "NO COMBO!!!! I AIN'T EATIN' SUPPA!!!" No I'm just annoyed. There's no reason for him to be screaming, so, I decide to be an arrogant little shit. I ask him in a sickeningly sweet voice if he would like a drink with that. "I AIN'T EATIN' SUPPA!!!! I GOT MA DRINK RAGHT HERE!!!!!!" I was about to continue asking him if he wanted various things from our menu, like pies, shakes, cookies, salads, chili, chicken tenders, onion rings, fries, etc., but Jen, my manager said I better stop before he drives off.
An old man pulls up to the speaker and orders a "two chicken nugget dinner". Now, none of us has any idea what he's talking about. First of all, they are chicken tenders. Second, they are combos. And third, chicken tender combos come with either 5 or 8 tenders. He could mean anything. So Kari, who's taking the order asks him to repeat his order. He says the same thing. So she asks him if he wants the chicken tender combo. He starts yelling that he doesn't want chicken tenders, he wants chicken nuggets. Kari has very, very little patience with people, so Latoya took over. After much back and forth confusion, we finally found out the guy wanted a chicken tender kids meal. People need to read the freaking menu . . .
Sunday was full of interesting times. I got there at 1:00, and we were hit by a huge rush. Elsa, one of the mexicans, was on spec board (where the chicken and fish sandwiches are made). Well, Elsa doesn't speak english. At all. SO, when there was an order for 2 chicken sandwiches plain, we couldn't tell her we needed them. For the longest time she ignored us. Finally, she made two chicken sandwiches. But they weren't plain. Then she made two chicken whoppers plain (Chicken sandwich is fried, Chicken whopper is grilled). Then we finally got through to her and she started making them. Then she put mayonase on it . . . After nearly 10 minutes we finally got the order out, which is very, very bad. We are supposed to get it out in under one minute. So, every person in the drive-through line was pissed, and I had to deal with pissy customers for the next 15 minutes. Elsa and the other mexicans were getting pissy and wouldn't make the food, one lady bitched at me and made me get her all new food, which set us back further, and it generally wasn't fun. One lady asked for napkins. So I got her napkins. When I handed them to her, she got this sarcastically nice face, and very sarcastically thanked me. Then, not only did she rip the napkins out of my hand, she ripped my hand with them. This infuriated me, so as she drove away, I screamed, "FUCK YOU TOO, BITCH!!!" I don't know if she heard me, but all the customers near the front counter sure did. I felt kinda dumb after that. When the rush was over, there was an apple pie sitting on the heat chute. And it was looking very scrumpous, so I decided to snag it and eat it when my managers weren't looking. Well, I finished it and I was thirsty. I figured a chocolate shake would taste pretty good with that. So I walk over and pull down the shake lever . . . and shake comes shooting out of the machine so fast that the cup flies out of my hand, and shake flies everywhere. So, I had a really big mess to clean up and explain to Todd . . . I just said it was an accidental extra shake. Then I had to clean up the mess, which took forever. And after that, everything that came out of the shake machine was chocolate. I have no idea how it happened. You see, we have vanilla shake mix, and we add chocolate syrup and strawberry syrup to get the different flavors. And I opened up the machine and the mix was no longer vanilla . . . it was chocolate. So, we had nothing but chocolate shkes the rest of the day.
There's a new manager named John. Well, he's new to our store. And since I've been at college, he hasn't seen me yet. So when I first work with him, he thinks I'm new, even though I've been working at my BK for 4 years. So he gives me all the easy jobs and takes me asode and "teaches" me stuff. And I just nod and smile, like he actually is teaching me. In fact, I got pretty lazy and started acting like I was new. I told everyone else not to tell him because it was funny. I still don't think he knows . . .
I know there's other stories, but I can't think of them right now. Plus, it's late. I finally have a day off tomorrow, so maybe I'll actually do something. Hopefully.
Eric 6/03/2003 03:29:00 AM
