05/13/2026
I walked into McDonald’s after an absolutely incredible day feeling unstoppable… and somehow the entire mood got nuked in under 30 seconds. 😭
First thing I see is this teenager behind the counter looking like life itself personally betrayed him.
Slouched over.
Dead-eyed.
Moving in slow motion.
Just staring into the void while my burger and fries sat there getting colder by the second. 💀
And I’m standing there thinking:
“…THIS is the energy handling my food right now?” 😭
No greeting.
No “how’s it going?”
No “have a good one.”
Nothing.
Just pure emotional devastation radiating across the counter like I interrupted a memorial service by ordering nuggets.
And look — I understand not everybody loves their job.
I worked customer service when I was younger too.
But back then you at least PRETENDED to care a little.
Fake the smile.
Show basic effort.
Act remotely alive while interacting with customers. 💀
So yes, I asked for the manager and told him honestly:
if this kid hates being up front that much, maybe customer-facing positions aren’t for him.
Manager says he’ll talk to him.
Kid somehow looks EVEN more offended.
I grab my food and leave feeling like I just survived the saddest fast-food interaction of my life. 😭
Call me harsh if you want…
but if your literal job is dealing with customers, the bare minimum should probably be acting like customers aren’t personally ruining your existence.