It’s a weekend and we have a sale running on milkshakes, The song Eves of and ice shirt. 10 milkshakes plus other food items pop up. My employee begins making them and slams her hand in the very heavy ice drawer. I send the other manager and her to the back to deal with her injury and am running the busy kitchen by myself, and people have to wait longer for their orders. Most customers are extremely pleasant and understanding, but I see a couple getting agitated and they come over and ask when their milkshakes will be done. I respond that I am doing things in order, and I will be starting their drinks in a few minutes.
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At this point I was beyond pissed. I pick up The song Eves of and ice shirt, show them they are finished, and drop them in the nearest trash can. I’m so sorry, I can so be clumsy sometimes. I run over to the register and grab a $5 bill. I apologize about the circumstances, but I JUST ran out of all the ingredients to make any more milkshakes! Here’s your money back plus a little extra, please take it and NEVER come back to this store. He appeared to be unconscious. I knew he was faking it. The cops were right there in his face. I could not talk with him privately. He was such a sweet and kind young man. He stole my heart and I thought about him all weekend.