*OH SHIT, HE'S TALKING ABOUT McDONALD'S AGAIN! RUN AND HIDE!*

So there was two annoying tween girls who waltzed into the store today. They walked up to me and said:

"What's a McFlurry? Is it, like, a shake?"

To which I replied: "No, it's ice cream with various fillings put in."

Her reply: "So..."

Me: "It's not a shake."

"Oh, OK."

Customer: "How many is a McFlurry?" (Jesus Christ! "How many is a McFlurry?" What kind of retarded bozo is this little shit? I mean, she was from the US, she wasn't foreign or just beginning to learn the language! God damn, the idiocy of people in this country is unbelievable.)

Me: "What? Do you mean 'How much is a McFlurry?'"

Customer: "Oh, yeah."

Me: "It's $2.29." (It was at this point where rage started to fill me. I was thinking: "THE PRICE IS RIGHT UP THERE ON THE FUCKING MENU!!!! USE YOUR GOD DAMN EYES AND READ FOR ONCE!!!!")

Customer: "K, I'll have, like, one of those Oreo McFlurries and two chocolate chip frappes."

Me: "That'll be $9.59."

So, DitzyMcStupidBreath and her numbskulled friend, all while giggling like invalids, proceed to dump ten nasty, crumpled up dollars into a pile on the counter. I was about to slit her throat.

Me: "*counting change* Your order number is 69."

And in a voice that I sincerely hope was loud enough for them to hear, I said: "Now take your damn change and go fucking die."

That was the first time I've cussed at a customer. It felt SO good.