Just tofuckingday, I'm going through the taco bell drive thru to get some god damned lunch. Problem #1 occurs when I pull up to the first window (the pay station).
The cashier, prompt as ever, has my drink waiting in his paw. Unfortunately, he doesn't make a fucking move to let me know if he wants the cash or if he wants to give me my fucking drink. Instead, we have one of those awkward "make your fucking move" moments. I start to hand him the cash just as he's extending the drink, we both retreat, wash, rinse, repeat. Just tell me my fucking total, take my cash, and let's go from there, assjabber.
After the ordeal of getting my drink into the vehicle, the motherfucker pulls ID's initial complaint. I paid for a $6 meal with a $20. Diligent as ever, he slowly stacks the bills in my palm before haphazardly dumping a handful of random change on top. Now I'm playing a high-risk game of steadyhand. One fucking slip up and I lose some coins that I'm not getting back. Sure, I could go for the clench...but that's risky too and could leave even a bill falling to the pavement. "Fuck you, Whiskerdick!" I scream at the window. He replied, but it was in Spanish. I didn't understand.
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