I just got a quick snack at a national Mexican food chain on I-Drive. They were out of hard-shell tacos in the tray in front of her, so she went in back (I didn’t ask her to do this) to get some. She comes back with two (one short of the combo), and then immediately asks if I want “hard or soft shell?”
I said nothing, and she immediately snaps “what the hell you have to be so RUDE to me for?! It’s uncalled for.”
While I’m trying to figure out what’s she’s talking about, her (male) coworker at the next station leans in and gives me this “aw, sheet, you in trouble now” look.
“I ask you a simple question,” she continued, “and you got this look like I stupid or something. I wanna know WHY? Huh? HUH? Hmpph, that’s what I thought…”
“The irony is, only one of us is shouting.”
“I ain’t ‘shouting,’ I’m just trying to get your order. YOU’RE the one being all rude here for no reason. I just askin’ why, now what kind of ‘tacos’ do you want?”
“If it please the gentle lady,” I replied without a shred of sarcasm (which wasn’t easy), “may I have the finest diced chicken with-”
“Now, you just being a damned jerk. STOP IT!! Geez.”
Yea, sooo being polite is now “being a jerk,” and her coworker still said nothing.
“Get over yourself already. I mean, Jesus, you ain’t THAT important. Just drop the damned thing and tell me if you want on your tacos. It ain’t hard.”
“I wish it was THAT easy,” I said, she rolls her eyes, “but it’s not. Now may I please get…”
“See how easy that was? Do you want anything else?”
“Yes, I want your shouting to stop echoing around in my head so I can eat in peace.”
“That wasn’t my question: Do you want additional toppings or not?”
“No, thank you, kindly, ma’am.”
“Pay at the register,” she said coldly.
Fortunately, the cashier seemed friendly enough, and offered a quiet apology for the experience. While he sounded sincere enough, it wasn’t enough to save my meal.
The coffee (from the nearby Wawa) that I finished drinking while writing this post was decent enough, so there’s that…
P.S – I worked fast food so I know the kind of pressure they’re under to be fast and friendly ALL the time. It’s very taxing – especially on a Friday night when you’d rather be with your friends. Fortunately, all that justifies the rude behavior displayed towards me here.