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Originally Posted by #22
One crazy busy Saturday AM, my big fat slob of a manager starts yelling at me that he needs more F*%#ing Eggs. I tried to tell him that only so many eggs could fit on the grill at one time and I was running at maximum capacity, but no.... "I DON"T CARE, I NEED MORE F*%#ING EGGS!!!". I threw down my apron, told him he could make his own damn eggs, and walked out, leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open and a mob of costumers demanding their eggs. Not going to lie, that felt pretty good
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Awesome story... I had a similar experience at Braums... Braums is our ice cream store here in Oklahoma. One summer my dad wanted to teach me the value of a dollar and forced me into working here 3 afternoons a week. 1 day I was making a Brownie Banana Fudge Sundae. You can't touch any part of the inside of the banana so... As Im cutting the banana in the proper way, slicing and letting the banana rings fall onto the Sundae , a few slices hit the ice cream and then fell off the side of the sundae onto the floor. My witch of a boss walks by and says " What do you think you're doing ? Those people pay damn good money for that banana and this isnt gonna cut it."
I took off my hat, my apron , and my lil drive through headset and said... " Well, you make the damn thing then." I walked out the door ... and took the F'in Sundae with me... AHHHHHH yeahhhh!