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People We Hate at Fastfood Joints

Kaya po yan tinawag na fastfood, mamser.

| October 31, 2016

People We Hate at Fastfood Joints

By Enzo Marcos

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I like food. Sometimes, I need it fast. When those situations arise, I head on over to the nearest fastfood joint and I get my grub on. Unfortunately, there are some people that make this task unbearable. They turn a generally enoyable endeavor into a cringe fest. Here is a list of those culprits.

8. The Line Switcher


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You step into your favorite fastfood spot and the lines are long. It happens. There’s always that one guy that jumps from line to line in an attempt to get to the cashier faster than everyone else. One switch is completely understandable. There are times that one line takes longer than the others due to some of the people on this list. But switching back and forth multiple times? Come on now. Stick to one line.  It gets extra annoying if he actually succeeds and gets to the cashier before you.


7. Messy Bessy


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We live in a country that doesn’t not believe in self-bussing. It just doesn’t happen here. But that does not give you license to leave Smoky Mountain on a table. You see those ketchup marks on the table? Clean that up. If not for yourself, then do it for the people that are going to use the table next. Be considerate. Let other people enjoy their fastfood without having to worry about sitting on an uneaten pickle.


6. Dona/Senorito


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Mamser, you are in a fastfood joint with a Clown/Bee mascot up front. You aren’t in some Michelin star-rated restaurant with a waiter/maitre d at your beck and call. Please turn down the entitlement a few notches and get your own damn water. Or, you know, tell your yaya to get up and get it for you.


5. Designated Orderer


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This happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go eat fastfood. You 2 lines. One with 2 people and the other with 5. So you naturally line up behind the 2 people. Only to be met with the startling revelation that one of the people in front of you is a Designated Orderer. Yeah, the one designated to order for his/her entire family/barkada/barangay.

This, in turn, makes you become a line switcher. You become the very thing that you hate. It’s a nasty chain that is sometimes unavoidable. Ah, fastfood. Why must you breed such annoying customers?