I had the following conversation with little, snot-nosed brat working the drive-thru at Taco Bell just a few weeks ago:
He had just given me my bag o’ goodies…
Me: “Is there hot and fire sauce in here?”
SNB: “Um, no. Can’t read your mind.”
Me: *with that look on my face* “Then, may I have some, please?”
SNB: “Sure…” *hands me hot and fire sauce*
I was so pissed. You work in customer service, you little bastard. F*ckin’ act like it and don’t give me smart-assed answers when I ask you a simple question, being that I’m the customer and all. Punk.
He had just given me my bag o’ goodies…
Me: “Is there hot and fire sauce in here?”
SNB: “Um, no. Can’t read your mind.”
Me: *with that look on my face* “Then, may I have some, please?”
SNB: “Sure…” *hands me hot and fire sauce*
I was so pissed. You work in customer service, you little bastard. F*ckin’ act like it and don’t give me smart-assed answers when I ask you a simple question, being that I’m the customer and all. Punk.
