Oh, Burger King Cashiers
Oh, Burger King cashiers. Oh, unimpressed, languid, brooding 16 year old Burger King cashiers. Why does what you hear us say, not properly translate into the register buttons you push? How can we have it our way, this way? We must confess, we've never had it our way with you.
Oh, Burger King cashiers, we understand your lukewarm reception. We even understand your miserable personality. You are saints, Burger King cashiers, young, misunderstood saints. And all of us, we know this. We, all of us, know of your trials as Burger King cashiers. The terribly long hours standing in one place, leaning on your register and socializing with your Burger King friends. The free food and drinks. The heated and air conditioned workplace environment you are saddled with when you clearly should be at home, at a friend's or more importantly, on break.
We know it's difficult, Burger King cashiers, to show a fraction of professionalism but still we wonder why you find it impossible to get just one thing we order our way, right. Your raised eyebrow, pompous smirk and sarcastic comments do nothing to aid in our plight to personalize our order, yet you continue to do so. Time after time. Who told you this was an appropriate reaction to our questions, Burger King cashiers? We would like to meet them and perhaps offer our advice on how to treat customers in ways that do not leave them cursing and eating something they did not order nor want to pay for when they realize, miles down the road, the results of your blase attitude and ineffective work.
Oh, Burger King cashiers, we feel confident that one day you will realize the folly of your ways, and behave suitably at work, if not for the good of mankind, then for the salvation of your own integrity...but until then, Burger King cashiers, we would rather eat our shoes than visit you again.
