A girl comes in, orders an astounding number of chicken nuggets and then goes for her purse to pay me. Except she's not wearing a purse. She's just kind of groping at her side for a while, and she finally tells me she'll be back in a minute; she's got to go outside and get her purse from the car. She had kind of a glazed look on her face, so I figured she was on drugs or something, but I wasn't expecting what came next.
The guys in the back dropped all her chicken nuggets--nine or ten orders--and she came back in with a brown paper sack, which she pours onto the counter. It's a mess of loose change.
But as she dumped it, she fell over herself. Just collapsed like a human rag doll. I freaked out and the manager called an ambulance.
Because I was in school to be a nurse, I had CPR trainining, and my head had time to clear, so I checked her pulse and her breathing--pulse, check. Breathing, nope.
And I start doing the thing where you cover the person's nose and breath into her mouth.
What they don't fucking tell you in CPR training is that if you get someone started breathing again, they can cough and vomit right into your goddamn mouth.
The ambulance guys told me I probably saved her life, and the highly recommended that I go get all kinds of fun testing to make sure that, in reward for getting her lungs working again, I hadn't picked up some kind of nightmarish hell-plague.
Oh, and I got fired the next day, both for "making a scene" in the lobby and for product waste. See, I sent the chicken nuggets with her in the ambulance ride (she regained conciousness and all, but was clearly sick.) but I'd never bothered counting the change she'd dumped onto the counter, which as it turns out, wasn't nearly enough to cover all the chicken nuggets she'd bought.
Moral of the story? If you work in fast food, never do anything nice, ever. People will puke down your throat and then fire you.
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