So I have been working in a fast food chain for about six months now, it’s a pretty low business store, and my co-workers are all pretty funny and chill to be around.
I’m in the back making food on the night shift, it’s really dead, and there are only two employees, me making food and my friend, Amanda…taking the (very few and far in between) orders.
An older dude, who’s about 40 and covered in tattoos and wearing a leather jacket comes in and orders a burger and fries, pretty standard, and since the business was slow, I make it fresh off the grill.
He eats the burger and comes back up to the counter pretty awkwardly. I was worried he was going to complain because our manager had left to grab some coffee from the nearby gas station
“Can I see the person who made this burger?” he demanded, and my co-worker haplessly pointed me out.
So I approach the counter from the back fearing the worst, and he reaches out and shakes my hand.
“That’s the best sandwich I’ve had in years, I don’t know what you did it, but it’s amazing.”
I stood there with a stupid grin and said thank you, then he slipped me a 10 dollar bill, tipped his hat, and left.
It’s the small things like this which make me kinda like my job.
Do not judge, or you too will be the judge. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
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