I work in the food industry. And it's by far the biggest frustration of my laid back life. So once in a while, a vent session is needed. Here goes.
Dear person who pitches a fit and throws their ugly purse down on the table when your two sandwiches aren't done in under 5 minutes, you look like the idiot, not us.
P.S maybe, just maybe, if you didn't so obviously love food as much as you do you would have more patience.
Dear people who look at me like I'm stupid when I ask you what veggies you want on your sandwich and say things like "I don't know, you choose", or "Just put whatever", or "What's good on it?", I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF VEGGIES YOU LIKE OR WANT. Please take initiative and decide what you want to put in your own darn mouth.
Dear people who take 8 minutes to order a sandwich, please hurry. The decision of swiss vs provolone doesn't need a pro/con list.
Dear people who want a completely custom order of things that aren't even on the menu in a fast-food time span, Mcdonalds is down the street. Custom=more time.
Dear people who want special treatment for certain reasons, I know you're stuck in high school mode still, and I'm sure you were a "cool kid", but you're seriously not as special or cool as you think you are. Get over yourself, please and thank you.
Well, I think I'm done. That feels better. Now if I could just print this and post it on our doors. Hmm...
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