Part of what makes retail hard is customers judging workers harshly for not reading their minds or having to follow policies.
If you truly feel bad for people who work in fast food restaurants or retail sales, do not make their days any worse than they are. Put aside your extremely trivial annoyance at their employer-mandated greeting and shut the fuck up. Life isn’t always all about you.
Speaking of fast food type places, I pit them for not posting copies of their menus somewhere on the walls where customers can get up close to them. 
My eyesight is too impaired to read the ones posted up behind the service desk, and I’d really like to know what all the possibilities are before ordering…but naturally I don’t want to make the poor cashier read the entire menu to me or anything.
I did not show that I was annoyed, I told her to give me a second.
cg16, handy hint: If you’re in a relationship, do NOT let your Significant Other see these postings of yours. it wouldn’t take a genius to realize that if you’re this judgemental and inflexible with people, over and over at work and out in public, eventually you’ll be that way with her. It may just be part of who you’ve decided to be.
The Jack in the Box’s and McD’s I go to have menus without pictures posted to one side or the other of where the cashiers are. They also have paper menus you can get on request.
Hey, thanks for an idea: I should look up a couple of my fave fast food menus and save them to my phone (or print 'em out). That way I can take my time, figure out what I want (and even wince at the sat-fat counts) before I get there.
That’d keep me from being the guy who stares at the twenty lighted signs above the cashier, thinking “Burger? Does one of these superbright LED 3D moving menus have plain ol’ burgers on it?”
mini-rant: I was faced with one of these high-tech overkill menus at a small town coffee shop, of all places. After I read every single one, learning where the beans for their Whaddafuquaaccino™ comes from, and the seven different ways I could combine chai, soy and stevia, I asked “Am I missing the menu that has coffee on it?”
“Oh, sure, you can get just regular coffee, but we didn’t think it was worth putting on the menu.”
Thanks (though McD is one of the places where I don’t actually need one.) but maybe the other chains have paper menus, too? Then I could collect a set of my own. 
Some local fast-food places are now pushing their paper menus – because they are offering phone-in-your-order so that it’s ready when you arrive at the drive-thru window. (Hardly seems worth it to me, given how fast they have your order ready. But there must be some customers using it.)
Maybe if they can speed up drive-through orders, they can spare someone to actually deal with dining room customers. Seems common for fast-food places to be so focused on drive-through that someone physically walking into the place has a tough time getting served.
Bud Light tastes like the year 2000.
Starbucks is taking phone-in orders.
GUI GUI Oh, goody, me got it now.
GUI GUI Oh, goody, me got it now.
Fine little GUI, it displays a screen.
Blue and gray. Not black and green.
Me move the mouse, and click it then.
Me think me not touch keys again.
Here’s an idea - if you don’t know what you want, don’t get in line or go up to the register. Stand back so people who DO know what they want don’t have to wait for your ass to decide whether you want a Super Double with bacon or a Mega Burger with pickles. Plus, you won’t have those pesky minimum wage suckers pressuring you to make a decision.
My rant: I work full time plus go to dialysis 15 hours a week. According to my child, because I’m sitting on my ass for that 55 hours week, it’s nothing compared to her cooking 30 hours a week. So what if my regular job is pretty darned stressful and dialysis sucks major ass? Plus there’s that whole MY KIDNEYS DO NOT FUNCTION thing. The fact that I’m not doing physical labor is the key factor, in her mind. My one day off from everything - Sunday - I spent cleaning the house and mowing the yard. “Why are YOU tired? I worked today!” STFU, child.
And a special fuck you to the neighbor who came to me whining that my mowing the lawn was loud and he was having a BBQ party. Listen, fucknut, I mow when I am physically able. Maybe, if your cat was kept indoors where it should be (we have fox, hawks, falcons, and speeding cars in our hood) instead of in MY yard, driving my mentally challenged cats nuts, thereby allowing me a full nights sleep I possibly could mow at a time better suited to you. But you don’t, therefore I don’t.
I can’t think of a better olfactory accompaniment to a backyard BBQ than fresh-mown grass.
He should have offered you a burger.
I was vacuuming my work room, and noticed a few dried cat turds in an obscure corner. So of course I just sucked them up with the vacuum. Wrong. Now the damn thing goes wup-wup-wup-wup-wup when I turn it on, and the turds are nowhere to be found. Time to take apart the vacuum.
It’s a Dyson DC39 “Animal” vacuum, and is absolutely fantastic with cat hair and dander. But I guess they just assume nobody’s stupid enough to try to suck up cat shit.
Then for Goddess’ sake, don’t go to Gates and Sons BBQ in Kansas City. ‘Hi! May I help you?’ is their slogan and they yell it at you the minute the door opens. If they don’t, they get a stern talking to from their supervisor.
I felt the same way when I went out to eat and right after they bring your drinks back they say…“ready to order”
Someone told me they are trained to get people in and out. I remember being annoyed and saying…"can u give me a second to read the damm menu?
There’s a breakfast place in the south where all the waitresses yell something (Good Morning?) every time somebody walks in the door. My first experience there freaked me out.
I think it’s part of a plan to get people to start using their own bags.