The Day Patience Was Tested

My cheerful greeting barely left my lips before the woman lashed out. “Do you even take this job seriously, or is bad service just the standard here?” she snapped, her tone laced with venom. Her companion leaned back, smirking like he’d just seen a performance worthy of a standing ovation.

The complaints came rapid-fire, each one sharper than the last, designed to chip away at my composure. I braced myself, determined to take their order and move on. But as the minutes ticked by, it became painfully clear—they weren’t just here for food. My patience was hanging by a thread, and my belief in human decency felt shaken to its core.