TRUE BURGER KING NIGHT SHIFT HORROR STORY

I used to go to Burger King all the time. I'm a big guy, and I like to eat, but I never learned to cook for myself. So, I go through a lot of fast food drive-throughs, especially Burger King, since it used to be the only place on my way home from work that was open 24/7. But the last time I went to Burger King, I had a very disturbing experience. I pulled my truck up to the intercom a little past two in the morning, as per usual. But strangely, even after a few minutes, nobody asked me for my order. "Uh, hello? Anybody there?" Sometimes they don't realize somebody's waiting in line until I say something. But even after I hollered, they still weren't saying anything. "Hey! You in there? I'm trying to place an order!" I usually wouldn't use that type of tone with employees, but I was very hungry and cranky, and I didn't want to have to go across town to McDonald's just to get something to eat. "Come on, guys. Your lights are still on. The sign says 24/7. I know you're in there! Don't make me pull up around the corner." And there I was, still left hanging with no response. "Alright, fine. I'm coming up to the window." After I couldn't reach anyone through the intercom, I pulled up to the window, hoping to give them a piece of my mind. I was thinking they were either sleeping on the job or ignoring me, and I took offense to either one. But when I pulled up to the window, I didn't see anybody inside. All the lights were still on, though, so I knew they were open. I sat there and stared through the window for several minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of someone. However, as it started to get closer to 2:30 in the morning, I realized I could have gone to McDonald's and eaten already. I was just about to give up, but at the last second, I heard people talking from inside. Suddenly, I was pissed off all over again. "Hey, Bozo! Get off your lazy butt and take my order! And clean the wax out of your ears while you're at it!" I even knocked on the window too, but it looked like the only thing I'd accomplished was making the people inside go quiet. It was starting to look like a lost cause. I should just drive away. But then, out of nowhere, the cashier's face slammed into the window. He was drenched in sweat with bloodshot eyes, and his hands were pressed against the glass so hard that I was at a loss for words. The poor guy slowly opened the window. I could see how much his hands were shaking. "Good evening, sir. How may I take your order?" "I'll, um, I'll just have a Whopper, thank you." "Will that be all today, sir?" "Yes, please. Just the Whopper, and I'll be on my way." The cashier paused for a moment, and I saw him clench his jaw like he was holding back something he wanted to say. I stared him down and waited for him to spit it out. "Are you sure you wouldn't like anything else? We have lots of other food items on the menu—sides, sauces, desserts, breakfast biscuits—" "No, thank you, man! I said I just wanted a Whopper, and that's it!" "But sir, I insist—" "And I insist that you shut up and listen to me! Just place my order, take my money, and give me my food!" I felt bad for yelling at him again, but I was done with playing whatever his game was. His whole body was trembling by then, and he was sweating like a pig. But finally, he nodded and punched it in. "No problem, sir. It's just the Whopper sandwich, and that'll be one thousand dollars." "What? Do you think I'm an idiot? I know how much a Whopper costs, and it ain't a thousand dollars. Matter of fact, you ought to be paying me for wasting my time. Do you even know how long I've been out here waiting for you? Thirty minutes! And all I want is one Whopper, so stop playing games and do your job!" "My apologies, sir. It must be the machine. It's very old; it must be broken. I'm working the whole restaurant by myself tonight, so I haven't had time to fix it—" "Blah, blah, blah. Quit whining. Your job isn't that hard." "Oh, but it is. Um, you see, I was thinking, um, if you could just give me a tip and—" "A tip? You know, just a thousand dollars cash for holding down the business—" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was so pissed off again that I'd gone far past the point of yelling and screaming and reached a boiling point where I was tempted to just punch the scheming dirtbag's lights out. "Listen here, buddy. I'm this close to just leaving, but honestly, I'm closer to giving you a knuckle sandwich. Ever heard of a sandwich before? It's what I've been trying to get from you this whole time. I know your machine is working just fine. You're the problem—you, you, you, you lazy, entitled, slimy little snot-nosed brat!" Suddenly, the cashier did something bizarre. He now had his hands clasped together and was hanging out the window, pleading with me. "Please, please, sir, just give me the money! I need it! You don't understand! Please, you have to give it to me! You have to—" "Screw off!" I pushed him back and started to drive off, but then, to my surprise, the scrawny little twerp lunged forward and grabbed me by the collar. I stopped so I wouldn't accidentally kill him with my truck, and that's when he got even more desperate. "Please! You don't understand! Just give me the money, please!" There was sadness and fear in his eyes, which made me hold back from hitting him. He was crying as he screamed at me. He froze after a few seconds, so I grabbed him by the collar and set him back a few inches. "Get off! You're barking up the wrong tree!" But then, I was completely taken aback when he whispered, "Please, call the cops." "What?" Unfortunately, he didn't have time to explain. Somebody appeared behind him and yanked him back. Then some deranged creep was staring me down, and it was obvious they were not an employee of Burger King. In a second, he charged forward and tried to grab me, but I sped off just in time and raced home. I was so confused and disturbed that I lost all my appetite. I called it a night and went straight to bed. The next morning, I flipped the TV on to the local news, and what I saw made my heart sink. The same Burger King I was at was reportedly robbed, and that poor worker's face was plastered on the broadcast as the face of the victim. He was allegedly held at gunpoint and didn't survive the ordeal. To this day, I still beat myself up about it. Maybe I could have saved him. If I had known there was a human life on the line, things would have been different. I can't even think about eating at Burger King ever again.