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2002-04-12 - 10:29 p.m. oh brother. i just got back from the drive thru of my local mcdonalds, and the woman in front of me was having a cardiac. she was some rich bitch in a jag. she gave her order, and the girl inside was giggling for some reason, and then proceeded to repeat the womans order back incorrectly. so, the woman repeats her order, and says, "if you weren't so busy in there giggling, and were paying attention, i wouldn't have to repeat myself" so, the girl re-repeats the order, still incorrectly, and the woman is asking for the manager, "i'm about two seconds from coming in there, and then you won't be laughing" the manager gets on the speaker, and the woman wants something done about the drive thru order taker. says she shouldn't be there if she can't take the orders correctly. the manager is apologizing, and takes the order again. NOW, here's the deal, i don't blame the woman for being annoyed. BUT, she sorta cut me off to get to the drive thru in the first place, also, when the car in front of her was taking too long for her liking, she seemed to be having some sort of spasmodic episode. not to mention the fact that when she was complaining to the manager, she was holding her head like it was about to explode. now honey, if you're in that bad a way, maybe you shouldn't be driving. one more thing, she also told the manager that she had, "a bunch of cars behind her" it was me, and one other, for a grand total of 2. so, she finally gets to the window, and starts telling the manager off. the manager, another young teenager, is profusely apologizing, and the woman is having none of it. this makes the girl defensive, "ma'am, i'm trying to apologize".....(i couldn't hear the rest) the woman responds w/, "do you know how many times i've had to repeat my order? how do you think that makes me feel" i felt like yelling, "bitch, nobody gives a flying fuck how you feel. this is a fucking drive thru, not group fucking therapy" THEN, after complaining about having to repeat her order, she tells the manager, "i'm going to give my order again because i know that girl didn't get it right" she got her food, wanted the name of another manager, and when the manager on duty gave her the number, the woman snatched it out of her hand, and drove off. now there are soooo many things that bothered me about that. for one, i noticed how i took that whole thing very personally. i KNOW that woman, know what i'm saying? i KNOW her all too well. and anyone who's had a shitty job knows that woman as well. B: i love how someone who's having a goddam seizsure because she had to (insert disbelieving gasp of horror) wait, always takes more time than anyone. third, these rich types don't know how to complain. i guess since they employ so many non english speaking people, they aren't up on the art of tearing apart. aye, the rich. nobody cares how you feel, especially in that jag, okay? and, repeating yourself over, and over only bores the service industry set. now, if i had been that woman, i might have made a smart ass remark to snap "giggles" out of her stupor. if then she had given me attitude back for letting her know how annoyed i was, then i would have simply waited to get to her window, and made her feel like shit. maybe just a little unfriendly reminder about who's who, and what's what. you know, her - manning the french fryer in a paper hat. me - not. yes, it's mean, but i'll be goddammed if i'm gonna let some 16 year old give me attitude because i want them to do their job. now, let me just say, i'm never rude to people in the service industry, or anyone else who is performing a service for me, because i too am in the service industry. yes, i'm paying for said service, but i'm not some asshole who thinks that treating the employee like a piece of shit is included in the price, okay? i expect decent service. i don't want to be ignored while the employees talk to each other about how bored they are. and i don't want to be the recipient of an employees bad day vibes. that's not asking too much. i don't expect small talk, or big fake smiles. maybe a hi when i come in, and a thank you when i leave. that's it. people who expect more at their neighborhood target are pathetic. i HAVE friends, and family who love, and care about me. i don't need to go to the supermarket for companionship. i don't expect someone who i frankly don't care about to go on and on about me. i wouldn't wish these strangers harm in any way, but i don't care about their private lives, and i don't expect them to fall all over me, and care about mine. i mean let's face it, we go through life, and there are all these random people. there just are. you can't be friends w/ every single person you come across. these are just "extras" in the straight to video movie that is your life. hey baby, i didn't write the rules, but i do play by them. and now for something completely different. i heard the b-52's song "deadbeat club" today. i fucking love that song. it's the only b's song that has the power to make me sad. think about that. can you name another wistful b-52's song? i dare you. i defy you. "let's go crash that party down in normal town tonight...." it's so beautiful. it captures something sweet, and sorta sad. i love it. well, i'm through. goodnight..... |
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