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I'm a cashier at KFC somewhere in the Europe, and all this will be about random and stupid things my customers do or say. Or both. SO YEAH ENJOY

[ragingcashier]

Hur.

Obvious pedophile approaching register. Notices a super small dot on my female manager's ass. Comments about it. Checks out a girl that ordered food before him. Gets his order>starts dancing in front of cash register. Keeps dancing for five minutes. >mfw. Finally leaves. Sits next to my general manager on lobby and stares at his excel tables he was filling on his laptop. >hfw Sits there and annoys him for at least thirty minutes. Our face when. What just happened?

[ragingcashier]

>me: hello, how may i serve you?

>guy: uhmm *wanders around like a dumbass* saaaaay...you don't have male shirts here right?

>me: *turns around to look at the SEA OF CHICKEN* *looks at giant menu board with tons of CHICKEN ON IT*

>me after an awkward minute of silence: no, we don't.

>guy makes a "WHY THE FUQ U GUYS DUN HAEV SHIRTS WTF* and goes away

HELLO, CAN I PLEASE GET REGULAR MALE SHIRT WITH EXTRA CHEESE. OH AND BARBECUE SAUCE. THANK YOU

[ragingcashier]

Who is I? WAT IS DIS?

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Anyway, this is my first post, the journey of awk situations and hilarious moments begins.

So let's get started with some descriptions of me and my work place.

As said, I work at cashier position in KFC.

Restaurant is set up in a local huge store/market/whatever you want to call it. Something like walmart I guess? But anyway, surroundings are filled with people, and there's a lot of traffic so SOME people tend to wander in and just look around like we're some sort of chicken museum, ask a stupid question and then leave.SO THIS IS WHERE MY PART STARTS.

Maybe not just yet, huehuehuee.

I've been working here for a quite while and honestly my nerves are kinda itchy, so often I feel like, if you ever watched, Ally McBeal in the series when she looks at someone and in her mind she does something like dis:

Yeah well this is me most of the times, (and, I guess a lot of you on cashier positions).

SO YEP. LETSH GET SHTARTED, SHALL WHEE?

Few months ago, friday. Casual morning, no crowd, just chillin' thrillin'. Woman walks by with a weird package. As she comes closer I see its A FISH. PACKED UP FISH. LIKE, FISH FISH, TAKE-FROM-WATER-PACK-IT-UP-FISH.

>me: hi, how are you, can i take your order?

>her: hi. I was actually wondering if you could fry this fish in your fryers. You know I'm going to hospital to give this to nurses that helped me out a lot and I have no time to go home and fry it myself. So could you please?

>me: (wat.jpg) ummm.. *looks at coworker* *looks at manager* *looks at display with fried chicken meat* uhhh. no, sorry.

>her: but why

>me: uh. cause...we fry our meat in those fryers and it would like, maybe, smell like, you know, fish? after frying?

>her: *mumbles* *walks away*

>me: wat.avi

HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THE IDEA