tales from taco bell 7/?
Customer: Oh mighty taco gods, may I please have two beefy Frito burritos?
Me: [summoning my booming inner god] Granted. What else do you desire, my child?
Passengers: [stifling laughter]
Customer: Uh, yeah, 2 medium baja blasts and a Dr. Pepper
Me: Denied. The taco gods will not grant Dr. Pepper for the machines lie fallow, but you may take a root beer or cherry pepsi instead.
Customer: We'll do a cherry pepsi.
Me: I shall accept your offerings of coin at the window.
tales from taco bell 3/?
[a guy pulls up to the speaker, 50 minutes after we've closed the store]
the overly polite robotic feminine voice: Thank you for your visit, but we are currently closed! Please visit us again during our normal business hours.
a man, bellowing: SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTT!!!
my boss over the intercom, matching volume: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
[the man immediately drives off]
tales from taco bell 2/?
[the new girl at front counter calls me over from drive thru to deal with an angry customer for not accepting a coupon, I walk over to ask him what's wrong, he hands me a coupon for a free sandwich at Arby's]
me: I'm sorry sir I can't accept this, this is a coupon for Arby's.
him: Why NOT!?
me: This is a Taco Bell, we aren't affiliated with Arby's.
him: [a long pause] I suppose it is. [he walks away]
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