"That took fucking forever!" shouted the angry white man with his tray of burgers, fries and soda. "Ever since minimum wage went up, all these places are so slow."
I looked up from my salad and at the clock: 3PM, so shift changeover. Then I looked at the Wendy's counter and saw Xie. I smiled at her and waved; she waved back, visibly grateful her shift was almost over. The rest of the usual weekend crew was there, too.
Later, the shithead left without bussing his table.
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@wohali People being shitty though, that's more like a confrontation on my part.
Not necessarily a...linear, going to script one, but entitled people always feel they have the right to start something, no matter how rude.
I presume they're expecting something like "Show some compassion" (which is valid ofc), but I'm usually like "No, your shoes stink. No, you're on drugs."