The worst job I can think of was working as a cashier at McDonald's right after I graduated high school. In a matter or 3 months, I had my checkbook stolen from me right out of my locker, this fry cook tried to cop a feel/bang me behind the dumpster numerous times (kicked him in the nuts, but surprisingly I didn't lose my job), fell on my ass and nearly broke it because the manager (who was studying to be a Witless) decided it would be a good idea for me to mop after a messy birthday party, and last but not least, all the customers that would come in and give me the "I'm so much better than you because I'm not working here" look on their faces (the place happened to be in an upper-class neighborhood). I got my own back a couple of times, though (besides the nutcracker incident).
The craziest thing to ever happen during my stint there was this Hindu family that came in and wanted cheeseburgers with no meat (which I understand why they don't eat meat). Gee, wouldn't it have been easier to grab some bread, cheese and butter at the grocery store and make some grilled cheese sandwiches? Guess you liked our bread better. Hmm, let me ring this up for you...7 cheeseburgers, no burger, let me go to the back and make sure the cook got the order right....
The only good thing about the job was the seniors who would come in every day for their discount coffee. They always made me smile before the day got really bad. Except for one--this health nut guy would always come in and order his usual McGrilled Chicken (or whatever you call it) with nothing on it. It wasn't that--I was always getting crazy-ass orders--it was the fact that he stunk to high heaven of garlic and sweat. Sir, you know that they do make pills with garlic in them, right? Oh, ok. Smell ya later, sir.
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