The obese blonde breeder yelled obscenities at her children in the back of the van as she pulled up the half eaten burgers to the window. "I told you not to put ketchup and cheese on them, don't you assholes know how to follow instructions?" The fat pig tossed the food through the drive-thru window, scattering the ketchup-less burgers all over the petite cashier in front of her.
"Look ma'am, there isn't any ketchup on them!" The cashier yelled back. "Bullshit! I checked them myself!" The oaf screamed, lying on the fly about her inspection. "Give me your manager, I don't want to talk to you." She replied, sending the cashier away in tears. A short haired office dweller came to the window to rescue his cashier. "Grelyn, what is the problem this time?" He asked, complaint record book clutched in hand, ready to transcribe her tirade from Bitch to English. This was a daily ritual for Deacon, to the point where even the customers behind her would read newspapers and wait until the scumbag gave up and took her food.
"Why do you always have the new girls take my order, Dickin?" Grelyn complained. Deacon took a deep breath, looking back to his cashier in training Mara, sitting to the side recovering from the acidic words of Grelyn. This was a daily occurrence, and made this seemingly enjoyable job a bother.
"Because you made all the old girls quit. They are tired of putting up with people like you everyday, so how about you just go somewhere else you ornery fat fucking bitch?" He thought to himself. As much as he hated this woman and her poisonous words, he couldn't pay the bills by telling her off. He submitted to her demands.
"My name is Deacon, ma'am. We try to provide the best service here at-" she broke his sentence with a loud scream, shoving a messy faced toddler to the backseat, holding a burger with no ketchup and no cheese in it's hands. "The thing is ma'am, we did not mess up on your order. We fixed it per your instructions. No ketchup or cheese on the kid's meals, low ice for the drinks, fresh nuggets and fries, and extra, free, sauce."
She ripped the burger from the toddler's hand and flopped it into the window. "they're cold. Give me a refund or I ain't moving. Excellent customer service my ass." She set her car in park to the disdain of the other customers.
"Don't let her pout for her money! We made the order exactly as it popped up! Just call the cops!" Said one of the cooks, Joe Gibbons, armed at the fryer. "No. By the time they get her out of here everyone else's food will be cold." Disgruntled regulars blared their horns at Grelyn's van, and Deacon cashed her out.
She smiled smugly at the manager dishing out her money as her children gazed out of the backseat window, munching on their fries like cows in a stall. "Thanks lackey boy. Next time make it the way I asked. It's not that hard you idiots."
He handed the unwarranted refund to grelyn, snatching the cash in harpy-like fingers and driving off.