haha, love this thread. could read it, start over and re-read it and still laugh.
Alot of people really are 'Tards and need someone to leash/wrangle them.
Heres one of my stories, workin at fast food(McD's) on the massachusetts turnpike, westbound- We would get alot of customers, especially during rush hour. I worked the front registers and expidited food, and played double duty on the fry machine. We would get alot of Foreigners , which made it challenging to communicate.. Being on the turnpike, there would always be trailer trucks and tour busses pulling in. One day a pi$$ed off trucker who hated his life came in and ordered a meal deal, and specifically ordered that I give him Fresh french fries.(is there such a thing? there frozen to begin with!) I served him up his food, went to the fry basket and gave him a Med. fry, put in his bag and handed it to him, he got all huffy and said "What, are you frickin stupid? I asked you for fresh french fries" I told him that this is the mass pike and we handle over 250 customers an hour, and that all french fries are fresh and hot... he didnt like that, and said "G**dam* you A****le get me fresh fries" threw the fry carton on the counter, spilling them. At that point I waited for the next batch to get done, salted them and gave him his special french fries, which were no hotter than the others. I told him to have a good day, F himself and crash and burn his rig. Lolz my managers asked what was up, and why I threw a fit, but they were understanding

Another day, A few tour busses came through. We had to serve the elderly, which isnt that bad....but a tour bus full of retards(mentally handicapped to be politically correct) came in, and they all lined up like it was some sort of amusement park rollercoaster on a hot day, when there was 4 other restaraunts in the building. No, they all had to come specifically to McD's with only 2 open registers. I had to take orders from these challenged 'tards and their rope wranglers, and I specifically remember one kid who couldnt come up with the money for his order, as he sat and counted his change 15 times in his head and out loud. finally i took his cash and gave him his order. so what if the draw was a dollar or 2 short? I spent more time that day waiting for these incompetant humans to count their money and figure out what they wanted.... stupid customers made me quit that job, so i worked landscaping under contract for my town taking care of cemetaries. I like dead people, they are so polite!

I walked into a brooks pharmacy once to get a pack of cigarettes, and some ditz was behind the counter. I handed her a $20, along with some change so I could get an even 15 back... she rang it up, started counting out my change... out loud. put a $5 in one hand, a $10 in the other, looked at 1 hand and said, 5, looked at the other, said 10, looked back at the other, said 5 again, then realized it was 15, then got me a few nickles and pennies and sent me on my way.... must have been illiterate, cause the register tells how much change to give back...
some people, I swear...their gene pools need to be heavily chlorinated