Things I learned while working in a Dairy Queen (which, for those of you who may not know, was my previous job):
Things we didn't sell at the store, but people seemed to think we did:
- hamburgers
- fries
- chicken nuggets
- chicken wings
- salads
- coffee
- canned pop
- walnuts
- hard ice cream
- kid-sized Blizzards
- chocolate ice cream
- swirl cones
Names people got wrong because they obiviously didn't read the sign outside:
- Iced caps
- Big Macs
- Whoppers
- Mochachinnos
- Frappachinos
- "Value meal"
- Flurries
- Slurpees
- Slushies
Names of actual items people consistantly got wrong:
- wiffle bowls
- waaaaa-fle bowls
- those waffle things... with the, like, ice cream or something in them...? (It's always those fucking waffle bowls)
- penis-buster parfaits (peanut-buster)
- waffle dog (Whistle dog)
- caramel dip (it's BUTTERSCOTCH. BUTTER-FREAKING-SCOTCH)
- Misters (Misties)
Customers that will stick out in my mum for their sheer assholishness:
- That woman who told me to go "fuck myself" because her husband asked her to hurry up after taking literally 10 minutes to count her change in the drive-thru window.
- The woman known as "crazy milkshake lady" who screamed for 5 minutes straight about the fact that we forgot straws, and threw her milkshakes.
- The guy who screamed at my brother for dropping a coin on his car, because he thought that he caused a huge dent.
- The woman who yelled at me because I didn't realize that she had a child in the car, how DARE I not use my magical x-ray vision to see that her kid was in the care, the NERVE of me.
- The guy who tried to steal a small Blizzard right in front of me. WAY TO GO, MORAN.
Things I want to tell everyone who talks back to me on headset:
- Shut up. Seriously, shut up.
