Right, I understand that it must be a bit of a bitch working in a Kebab store, especially one that at one point will serve aRight, I understand that it must be a bit of a bitch working in a Kebab store. Especially one that will, in a matter of hours, serving a multitude of drunk, disorderly and retarded individuals, spilling like diarrhea fart out of the nearby bars. I get it. It's probably gets very stressful, annoying or repugnant even.
However, if it's ten o'clock at night and I need a bite to eat, AND I haven't been drinking, please Mr Kebab man, be nice to me. All I wanted is a chicken kebab with no onions. Yes that right no onions, I'm not a fan. Sorry as well, no, I don't want any extras no matter how many times you push them.
Please stop scowling at me, just take my money and put it in the register.
Oh, now that you've put the roll in the toaster you're going to walk around the counter and out to the street to see what's happening. Nothings happening its ten o'clock.
That's cool, take your time, I'll just wait here until you see fit to retrieve my meal.
Oh, you're going back now? Good. Are you scowling at me again?
Oh, that's hot, do you think I can have a couple of serviettes to hold this aluminum packaging its kind of burning my hands. Can you say something? Oh I get it, just follow your scowly scowl scowl over there. Thanks. read more