For my first job, I was 15 and worked in a chicken fast food place (no, it wasn’t Chick-Fil-A). I had a manager with a bad temper problem who hated me because I reported his ride home for sexual harassment after he threatened me when I wouldn’t unblock him on social media. I worked the counter that night and we were very busy, but I just had to get all the to go orders packed up and organized. When I was boxing up a particularly big order, I realized that I was missing an order of garlic wings. We were swamped, I figured it got lost in translation, so, here’s the interaction:
via @notiun
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