Dear customer, I know you are hungry,
I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this bowl.
Your satisfaction is more than a job, it’s a goal
but there is no need to get hangry.
Ma’am, you’ve had a long day, I’m sure
both you and me,
but as you can see,
I have a line out the door.
Sir, I see your long, long list,
and I worry there’s something I’ve missed.
Why did you have to come during rush hour?
Is that all? The next customer is trying to order.
Buddy, please don’t be a flirt.
Not with me, not with her, not with any of the crew.
Your sad attempt at being suave is holding up the queue,
and she’s sixteen, you pervert.
Believe it or not, the line is faster
not ordering online —pick up or delivery.
Fifty orders in fifteen minutes is a recipe for disaster.
We’re doing our best, believe me.
At long last, closing time.
But we’re far from done,
for your mess should be a crime.
Closing has barely just begun.
