Don't you hate it when you're cleaning at the end of your night shift and then people show up five minutes before you close?
Everything is so shiny and sparkly and pretty...and then you see headlights pulling in....A dreaded feeling feels your chicken warrior heart....And you wait....
The only thing now is to pray. Pray to the chicken gods that they WILL. NOT. EAT. IN!
They walk in, all giggly, like they're doing it on purpose.
Your guard is up.
They ask for the four chicken wing meal.
Typical.
It's like they have X-Ray vision...Scanning all the racks for something we DO NOT have.
Well, you apologize, state that you do not have any wings in any recipe.
They give you that look.....And you think...Yes, they DID do this on purpose, those conniving bastards!
You decide to look at them back. The great look of: What the hell did you think you were gonna get at 9:58?! (We close at 10 for anyones information.)
They are appalled at this look.
And they stand their ground!
They decide to order something else. Their friends all order something.
One of them probably orders something that takes five minutes...oh, and they'll wait.
They'll ALWAYS WAIT.....
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