Last night was probably the worst night I have ever had at work. Not that every night working McDonalds drive through is good, it was just that one was particularly bad. First of all no cleaning was done when I got to work then we were so busy with customers that we couldn’t do any cleaning anyway so that was a great way to start my shift. Then of course it was a holiday which means the drunks and druggies roll in sooner than 2 am. Usually l prefer the D&Ds to normal grouchy customers because they are polite and happy about getting food but last night a different kind, all its own, rolled in. He was a big man with his wife or girlfriend in the passenger seat. I had already predicted that he was drunk or high because while he was in line he was blaring his music and revving his engine for no apparent reason. When he got to my window he cranked his music even louder and yelled for me to dance. I find the best way to deal with customers like this is to ignore their bad behavior and just hand them their money and move on. Unfortunately the money that he handed me was in a giant wad and I had to separate and count out what he had to see if he could pay for his food taking extra time, forcing me to stand at the window longer than normal. Once he figured out I wouldn’t dance he started to call me vulgar things and cursed my boyfriend for caging me into a relationship. Jokes on him, I don’t have a boyfriend but I wasn’t going to tell him that. After I figured out how much he had handed me I handed him his change and recite and told him to have a nice night as flat faced as I could muster after being called such horrible things. He rolled his eyes at me, dumped the change and recite all over the ground in front of my window and stormed off, his music louder than life.
Now, I know that I'm not any of the things he called me or tolled me to do. But still, the fact of the matter that someone was thinking of me in that way weights me down. I must have looked as drained as I felt because another customer a few cars down asked if I was okay. He definitely was an angel wearing street clothes. I confided in him that I just had a rude customer call me some rude things. He nodded politely and said "well, you're alright now. Never let words from people that don’t matter effect you." he smiled. I gave him his change. And off he want. An angel in street clothes.
Now, I know that I'm not any of the things he called me or tolled me to do. But still, the fact of the matter that someone was thinking of me in that way weights me down. I must have looked as drained as I felt because another customer a few cars down asked if I was okay. He definitely was an angel wearing street clothes. I confided in him that I just had a rude customer call me some rude things. He nodded politely and said "well, you're alright now. Never let words from people that don’t matter effect you." he smiled. I gave him his change. And off he want. An angel in street clothes.