At work today, a young woman came to our fast food restaurant for literally the seventh day in a row. "How have you been?" I asked and smiled. "I'm sorry," she said. "Do we know each other?" Lady, I've memorized your order. That's probably more intimate than your boyfriend. I'm dumbemployed.
Filed Under: Customers ( fast food repeat know )
Dumbemployed: Hilariously Dumb and Sad But True Stories about Jobs Like Yours
by Phil Edwards and Matt Kraft
