No More Burger King. 2-18-08

Well I worked my last day at the Madrona Burger King. I gave my two weeks notice and today was my very last day. I hate the fact that I have to leave but I'm glad that I no longer have to deal with people who think that I'm an idiot just because I worked fast food. I was taking one of my last orders in drive thru tonight and the woman ordered two Whopper Jr.'s. I asked her if that was everything and I swear I heard her say that was all so I told her the total was $2 at the window. She rudely said "I wasn't finished" and then proceeded to call me an idiot. My manager actually gave me permission to tell her off (because it was my last day) but I controlled myself, finished taking her order and told her her total. She came to the window and a co-worker collected as I was expediting her food. As I was expediting I was talking to my co-worker in the kitchen loudly (for there was no one in the lobby, thank god) and said "Fuck that stupid bitch. She wants to call me an idiot she can go somewhere else." Hoping that the idiot bitch at the window heard me and said something else to give me a real good reason to tell her ass off. But she said nothing so I said nothing to her face (because sad to say, I'm a pussy like that) and she got her food. But that is just peachy with me and hindsight's always 20/20 but what I should have done when she called me an idiot was to politely tell her to fuck off (not in those words exactly because I actually would like to go back there someday and work again) and get her food somewhere else. I love the people I work with and I love the job. I hate the customers I have to deal with sometimes, but people like that make me want to jump out the drive-thru window, strangle the stupid person who thinks that just because I work fast food I'm a fucking retard, jump back through the window and up onto front counter to pull my pants down, take a huge shit on the counter, and run out of the building screaming maniacally about the worms eating my skin...Needless to say those types of people drive me crazy. But then there are the sweet old people who come in at the same time every other night, order the exact same thing every time, who are polite and curteous even if we fuck up their order, and treat us as though we are people and not dumb animals put on the planet to serve their every need....those are the types of people that make me glad to be a fast food worker and make me enjoy the job that I no longer do. So that is my rant and rave for the day, do with it what you will.