(This is from a while ago when covid policies for employees at our shop were stricter. I still use gloves for the register though; I’m autistic and admittedly a slight hypochondriac, but, hey, I’m also still the only one in my family who’s yet to get covid even once, so.)
Old lady next in line: Looks at the drive-thru which has two people working at it—A who takes and rings up the order, B who gets started on getting the order before A finishes with that and joins them if it wasn’t small enough for B to grab it before they finished
Old lady next in line: Looks at me helping the walk-in customers alone, moving as quickly as I can without fumbling/dropping things (which may not be as fast as non-clumsy people, granted, but is still NOT SLOW), having to change out of my food gloves and into my money gloves to ring everything up after gathering and bagging/boxing it first, and then back into my food gloves because the customer decided that, actually, they do want more doughnuts after all, and then back into my money gloves to ring that up and finally finish their purchase
Old lady next in line: Wonders loudly and angrily why the walk-in line is so much slower than the (longer/busier and thus better-manned) drive-thru line and complains that she shoulda gone through the drive-thru instead
Gee, I wonder why. It’s just such a mystery. No one will ever be able to figure it out.
(Of course, it could be that she was being passive-aggressive toward me and I didn’t realize, but in that case, really? You see me, a single person, bustling about, doing my best, with a customer with a large order who’s indecisive to boot, and you get mad at me for you not being able to be out of here already?)
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