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Okay, SO, hi. I haven't died, if anyone was wondering. Today has been... well, interesting to say the least.
It's about the first full week of summertime and holy CRAP has it been crazy. But today, thus far, has been
the worst. The thing is, I spent the morning opening on register at Nugget Stand in Fantasyland. Decent amount of people, whatever. Pretty much a normal day.
But then, about noon or shortly thereafter, something happens.
THE POWER GOES OUT!
But not for us. No, that wouldn't be interesting at all, just boring. The big restaurant in the area loses power, as well as the two rides closest to it.
Now, the only place to get a hot meal in the entire LAND is out tiny little nugget stand.
And it's the middle of lunchtime.
To say we got SLAMMED is an understatement of the highest caliber, and we only had three registers open. We sold enough chicken to shame the Colonel in a heartbeat. Plenty of register lines and all that.
I'm going pretty fine and helping this guests when all of a sudden, this British lady (with what I think is a harelip) walks up, about 10 feet away from me at a VERY BUSY RESTAURANT and says something with a VERY heavy accent.
I don't understand her, so I say "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
She repeats herself, just as unintelligible as before.
Again: "Sorry ma'am, I don't understand."
And, a third time, we repeat the cycle.
Eventually, she joins the rest of my line and finally gets up to order. I take her order, everything's fine, when suddenly:
Foreign Hag(FH), to the next lady behind her: "I had been asking him if I were in the right queue. I mean, he kept saying I don't understand, I don't understand. He's a bit simple, isn't he?"
DID SHE JUST CALL ME RETARDED? Bitch, what the FUCK is wrong with you? I go to school full time for Information Technology, I've got STRAIGHT A'S IN CALCULUS.
I've been in advanced classes all my life, and goddammit I won jeopardy twice. Thankfully, the lady behind me, after she watched off, said "Don't worry. I was right next to her, with no machinery and sound going on, and I couldn't understand what the fuck she said either."
It made me laugh a little.
Beyond that, though, the rest of the day, while busy, was great, and there were generally good and patient guests, including the family that owned and ran their own restaurant and gave me plenty of reassurance that I was doing a great job despite the stress. Hopefully the generally good vibe amongst the guests lasts.