| Now that I am no longer employed at Disney, I knew I had to begin a search for new employment.I found a new job- not as glamorous as ripping clothes off of people- but a job nonetheless.Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a manager at Wendy's...(three days a week and I still am making the same about of money as I did at Disney.)Sunday afternoon, I picked up a 4 hour shift for a friend of mine because he wanted to be with his mom who had just had chemo the day before and the rest of the family was out of town.I figured this would be a slow, boring, uneventful Sunday.For the most part, it was.I was taking money in the back window when a soccer mom SUV pulled to the window.?In the back seat was a little boy, no more than 5 who was not restrained, seat belted, in a car seat... nothing.As I repeated the order and gave the total, the little boy screamed "YOU'RE FAT!"I was not upset, but taken aback to say the least.Expecting the mother to say something, she instead just laughed to which the boy repeated again "YOU'RE FAT!"So I lock eyes with the little monster and was about to say "YOU'RE ADOPTED" when the mother chimed in and said "That's not very nice."The little boy repeated himself.Several times.And the fucking mother just sat there laughing.I was pissed at the mother for just sitting there.?If that were my kid, I would have slapped the shit out of him the first time...and I asked my mother who said she would have knocked my little brother's teeth out.To top it off, one of the times he repeated himself, the mother- agreeing with the boy- said, "I know, (insert bastard's name here), now sit down."And I looked at the mother and made a face, because she definitley was not thin.At all.So I close my window and sent the bitches up to get their food.They got it all.?And it was spit-free.But the toy I heard satan talking about at the speaker never made it's way into the bag.Oops.That will teach the little asshole not to fuck with the fat manager. |
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