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May. 29th, 2007 06:49 pmOkay, so.
The vast majority of people that come through my drivethrough window are perfectly normal. A number of them are also jerkknobs, but this is to be expected (and endured through the use of my mantra, it being, "Paycheck...paycheck...paycheck...")
There are, however, occasional moment of WTF.
Such as, for example, the woman with a baby kangaroo wrapped in a towel in her passenger seat.
And the man who drove up with his arms and legs dotted with blood.
And the woman with a tissue clasped over her mouth, who never spoke and handed me her order typed into her mobile phone.
They are usually kind enough to arrive right when I'm feeling particularly wrung out and/or homocidal.
Maybe I should start a tally.
(Less weird but more cheering was the man who, very politely, clearly and slowly, set out a complicated order, apologising at every pause, and, when I thanked him, explained he'd worked at a fast food outlet for five years in exactly my position.)
The vast majority of people that come through my drivethrough window are perfectly normal. A number of them are also jerkknobs, but this is to be expected (and endured through the use of my mantra, it being, "Paycheck...paycheck...paycheck...")
There are, however, occasional moment of WTF.
Such as, for example, the woman with a baby kangaroo wrapped in a towel in her passenger seat.
And the man who drove up with his arms and legs dotted with blood.
And the woman with a tissue clasped over her mouth, who never spoke and handed me her order typed into her mobile phone.
They are usually kind enough to arrive right when I'm feeling particularly wrung out and/or homocidal.
Maybe I should start a tally.
(Less weird but more cheering was the man who, very politely, clearly and slowly, set out a complicated order, apologising at every pause, and, when I thanked him, explained he'd worked at a fast food outlet for five years in exactly my position.)
