Finally Satisfied
I was working at Wendy’s during lunch hour. Usually, I would be on grill or fry duty, but I was on sandwiches this time, which was not my strong suit. An aggressive young businesswoman ordered a junior burger with onions, pickles, and mustard.
I made it and was about to put it in the bag when she told me I had made it wrong. I repeated what she ordered and told her that was what I had made. She told me that I had made something different.
I was about to argue with her when my supervisor walked by and stopped me in my tracks. He tossed my sandwich in the trash and rapidly made an identical sandwich. The lady was now finally satisfied.
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