(Note - Okay, it seems that some of you liked it, and that no-one has yelled at me yet for plagiarizing. So I'll give you the other three types of customers that I had thought up. Thanks for reading so far, and here's your reward! Hope you like it!)
"Ryuuzaki, lunch break is over! Get back to the register!"
L lidded his eyes and frowned, having just finished his lunch. He didn't even have any time to let the cake and donuts settle comfortably into his stomach. He would have to ask his boss later for a longer lunch break. His sweets meant the most to him at this moment. He stood from the table he was eating at and popped the spiked part of his fork into his mouth, licking any excess icing on it from the cake, and threw his plate and bag away, trudging softly back behind the counter, his fork dangling from his lips.
(Customer type four - The forgetful Mother ((Usually female))
Personality: scatter-brained and somewhat stressed.
Likes: Simple prices
Dislikes: Interruption during her transaction
Tends to: Pay more attention to the meal alone than to the meal's price)
A middle-aged woman approaches the counter, her hair messily pulled back into a bun, bags noticeable under her eyes, her face smudged slightly with too much or too little make-up. With her cabooses five young children.
"Welcome to Burger Yakki. . .how my I help you?" Ryuuzaki says, examining each of the woman's children.
"I'd like five chicken nugget children's meals, please, and--" The woman turns as one of her children tugs at the hem of her shirt.
"Mommy, I wanted a cheeseburger!" the boy complains. The mother sighs.
"Okay, make that four chicken nugget children's meals, and one cheeseburger children's meal, all with fries, and five colas." Ryuuzaki pauses, having punched in the children's orders.
"Are you not going to feed yourself, ma'am?" he asks bluntly. The woman's eyes widen slightly, and glances up at the menu.
"I'll just have a cheeseburger and a small cola." Ryuuzaki punches in the woman's order, adds tax, and looks up at her.
"35.38," Ryuuzaki responds, placing a hand on the counter to take her money. The woman just looks at him.
". . .It's what?"
"Your total is 35.38, ma'am." The woman continues to stare at him.
"There. . .there must be some mistake--"
"You ordered five children's meals. That's 5.99 each. The children's meal consists of meat, a side order and a novelty toy. Your order was 1.98. Adding tax, your total is 35.38." The woman looks into her purse, a frown tugging at her lips.
"You don't have enough money to pay for your meal, do you?" Ryuuzaki mutters.
"W-Well, I can just start over, and I can get to my budget then, can't--" Ryuuzaki stands up straight and points lazily toward the door.
"Don't bother. Why don't you go home and make them each a sandwich? Oh, and while you're at it, don't ever have sex again. It's amazing what having excessive numbers of children can do to your financial health."
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Okay, customer type five - The Vegetarian
Personality: Very picky, and very precise.
Likes: No meat in their meal
Dislikes: Lack of cooperation from the staff
Tends to: Make their order very difficult.)
Ryuuzaki notices a young girl approach the counter, looking thoroughly over the the menu.
"Welcome to Burger Yakki. What'll it be?" Ryuuzaki muses, staring at the monitor of his cash register.
"I'll have a half-pounder with cheese, hold the meat, lettuce, tomato, onions and condiments, and a medium cola." Ryuuzaki hesitates making sure that what she had just said to him was true.
"So. . .you just want cheese, and a bun?" Ryuuzaki asks, raising a brow.
"Yes."
"And no side order?"
"No. You people fry your side orders in the same grease that you fry your fish filets. I know. I've studied this place." Ryuuzaki knits his brow and continues to stare at the monitor.
"Why don't you just get a vegetarian burger if you're not going to eat the meat on a double-pounder. And why even say double-pounder? Do you want two slices of cheese?"
"Eew, no! Those vegetarian burgers claim to be made of tofu, but I know that they're just processed and food-colored meat."
"Oh, yes. I remember now, you studied this place. You don't have a life, do you?" Ryuuzaki punched in her order, and turned to his fellow employees.
"She wants a slice of cheese on a bun," he says to them, and few of them muffle their own chuckles under their breath. Ryuuzaki draws her soda from the fountain and puts a lid on it, handing to her.
"I'll bet a cow slobbered on that cup before they packaged and transferred it to this restaurant."
(Last, but certainly not least, is customer type six - Mr. Irate
Personality: Well, irate.
Likes: Taking how his short temper on other people
Dislikes: People getting his order wrong.
Tends to: accuse restaurant for lack of good service.)
A man approaches the counter, staring at his watch and almost bumping into the counter. He glances up at the menu, then eyes Ryuuzaki critically.
"Number 3. No cheese, lettuce or onions. Replace the fries with a side salad. Make it snappy."
L lazily punches in the man's order, and it appears up on the screen of pick-up orders. The man looks at his watch again, and taps his fingers on the counter.
"In a hurry, are we, sir?" L asks the man, almost teasingly.
"I have thirty minutes before I need to be back at work, of course I'm in a hurry!" L pushes a bag toward him as one of the employees places it on the counter.
"Here's your meal, sir, have a nice day."
"I wanted to eat here."
"You didn't specify," L shoots back, sighing, and placing a tray underneath the bag. "Here." The man swipes the tray and goes briskly to the nearest table.
L hears a few of his employees chuckling in the back. He turns to ask what's so funny.
"The guy wanted a side salad, right?" L nods. "I wanna see his reaction when we stick fries in there instead of a salad." L stares at the man as he empties his bag onto the tray and examines the food. He raises his hands to begin to unwrap his burger, when he pauses. He stands abruptly from the table and marches up to the counter, gritting his teeth.
"What's the big idea, smart-elek?" he shouts at L. "You directly, directly heard me say that I wanted a side salad, did you not?" L only stares at the man.
"I got fries! Fries! Fries! How can I enjoy a meal during my lunch break when you clowns slack off and give me the wrong order! Now I can't eat it! In fact, I want to speak to your manager right now!" L pauses, then looks over his shoulder.
"Boss," he calls behind the kitchen. A door opens, and the man who hired L walks to his side, eying him suspiciously.
"What seems to be the problem, L?" the man asks him.
"Your employment is slack. I asked for a side salad and got fries. I have only twenty-five minutes until I'm due back at work, and I don't want to have wasted money on something I didn't want."
"Well, L, what do you have to say for yourself?" the man turns to L. L lets his face sink into a depressed frown.
"Oh, most certainly, sir. I agree 93 on your judgement, but that wasn't even the worst part!"
"What could be worse!? I ask you!" L gave the man a slight look, still frowning.
"Sir, you just socially assaulted me!"
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(Note - I couldn't really imagine L working for more than five days in the fast-food business. I could see him quitting almost immediately after, and going to his bed to curl up into a little ball and thoroughly think over what a sudden change of scenery that would have been. But in all honesty, my beliefs are than L would be forced to act no differently than he acts around Raito or the Police Force. Direct, stubborn, and all-knowing. Which he is all. Thanks for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed!)
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-Kozga Nitt