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Customers...

     I work at a fast food restaurant in the town where I live. In this job I come across many different people, some of them I like and some of them I really want to get out of my store. The people that especially fall under that category are: mess makers, bum heads, and last minute customers.
     Mess Makers: These are the customers that come in and make a complete and total mess of the place. They completely wreck my beautiful dining room, leaving their fry cartons and wrappers on the floor, food all over the place, maybe even just walking out while their tray is still on the table. People who move my chairs and tables and don't replace them fall under this category too. Sometimes they wreck the bathrooms too or the condiment stand. Most of the time there is nothing you can do with customers like these as they aren't truly identified until after they leave.
     Bum Heads: These could be anybody. They are rude and treat us cashiers like we're idiots. They get upset over the most mundane things, like a wait for fresh food or a mistake made on a sandwich. I usually don't mind these people as the only people they tend to criticize are the workers, but the second they turn it on our customers or my manager... we have a serious problem. It is one thing to be a complete jerk to the lowly employees but please for heaven's sake leave the customers alone. The only person who wants to hear you talk is yourself, so do us all a favor and be quiet.
     Last but not least, the Last Minute Customer: It's five minutes (or less) to close and the dining room is empty. I'm all caught up just waiting for the doors to be locked so I can vacuum the carpet and mop the dining room floors. Then I look over and to my dismay there are people in line. I try to be chipper but I can't hide the bitterness from them. When they say it's for here I start fuming (if it's to go I don't care they are leaving) and take their order. They get their food and go sit down, eating and talking. Ten o'clock rolls around and the doors are locked yet the customers are still sitting there, the food mostly gone. We turn off the lights in the dining room, hoping they get the hint but they don't and continue sitting there. I have no other choice but to mess up my perfect routine and start mopping the floors. Finally they leave, by will or by the force of us kicking them promptly out a ten thirty. I can breath and continue about my business, cursing these customers in my mind as I am super behind.
     Dear people who are reading this, if you find you are one of the types of customers listed above, I highly recommend you check yourself and change. You will be doing us ALL a favor. This ends my rant, have a good one guys,
Bee

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