"Man, I know it's unprofessional," Sherry whispered quietly so that no one else would hear, even on the headset. "but we used to mess up the orders of people like that all the time where I used to work.  Regulars who'd come in and be super rude all the ti, youme. I won't do it here since, you know- it's a new job, but geeze! That guy!"  She waved it off and looked into the camera, noticing a green sadan pulling up to the box.  "Welcome to Crackerbox.  May I take your order, please?"<br/><br/>"Oh, you're new." The voice was a mature man, well into his 40's.  He sounded kind and patient, or at least gave the impression that he was.  It made her feel more confidant in her approach.  "I'll have two hamburgers, no cheese, no onions, and a small fry with a medium Sprite."<br/><br/>"Yes sir, we'll have that out to you at the next window.  Your total comes to $12.95."  She moved to the next window and had submitted his order before he'd pulled up.  He was a fairly handsom man with greying hair and large brown eyes.  Sherona smiled warmly, remembering her professional curtasies. "Here's your change sir." She handed him a nickle and waited for the food to arrive.  When it did, she passed it to him through the window and he drove away.<br/><br/>She looked to Lida and laughed.  "This'll be easier than I thought if you keep taking all the jerks."  She supposed she probably shouldn't call her perspective customers jerks, but she didn't know any other word to describe them.