When I was 16 and joined the work force, I swore I would never work in a fast food establishment.
Ever.
I hate dealing with people. Especially stupid people.
Here are a few questions that were asked at my work:
Can you put a plexiglass windshield in my car?
Sure we can. But it will scratch if you even look at it wrong, and within 2 hours it will be scuffed so bad you won't be able to see through it.
Is there a windshield that doesn't scratch, crack, chip, or break?
Sure there is.
Where?
In a vault. In California. Have fun getting it.
We had just put a windshield in some lady's car a few days ago. We told her she needed new wipers because her old wipers would scratch her new window. But she said "No, my wipers are fine. Just change the window."
So we did. It was raining when we were done.
She came back in 3 hours later.
Her: My wipers scratched my window. I want a new window.
Us: Umm... what?
Her: You heard me. I want a new window cause mine's scratched because of my wipers.
Us: Yeah. Like we told you they would, unless you got new wipers.
Her: Well, how can I avoid further scratching?
Us: Don't use your wipers?
Her: BUT IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE.
This exchange went on for about 30 minutes before she finally gave up and left.