Damn that's hilarious- I wish I knew about that game when I worked at a call center!

My favorite when I worked drive thru was pretending to be a robot/prerecorded message. I'd put on my announcer voice- like Stamets level shit- to greet them, and then say "to place an order, press 1" but there was no keypad, so they would just say "uh...one?" And then I'd be like "para español, marque dos"

I always cheated at that one and pretended someone had asked me a question next to me. Or that I had misheard them.

"Oh yeah you can have my spoon sorry about that it's crazy here anyway..."

Or "I'm sorry WHAT about a dragonfly?"

My favorite was finding new ways to accuse chiropractors of fraud.

"Oh yeah it looks like you had the wrong diagnosis code in there, see this is for kidney failure. Haha I know you're just a chiropractor and you're not trying to treat the kidneys DOCTOR." Really lay it on thick with the doctor, because if the chiropractor is calling himself he's almost guaranteed to be one of the pricks that insists he's a real doctor and not a street magician with a degree.

My favorite was pretending to be a robot/prerecorded message. I'd put on my announcer voice to greet them, and then say "to place an order, press 1" but there was no keypad, so they would just say "uh...one?" And then I'd be like "para español, marque dos"

I would be super petty when Midwestern transplants would butcher the word "quesadilla" as "cassadila" by responding "sorry, a what? Oh, a quesadilla, okay" which got really funny (to me) when they would order several different kinds of quesadilla and I would do the same schtick every time within a span of 2 minutes

This was before I got woke, so sometimes I would put on an Indian accent and act like I was taking their order from an overseas call center

I used to fuck around in all sorts of ways there: putting a sign on the drive-thru menu telling people to yell bc the mic was damaged; not turning on the lights at night so people thought we were closed;

My favorite thing though was doing customer surveys (which would get printed and pinned in the back) and leaving insane reviews- like one went on and on about how the cashier was sooo hot, and then at the end mentioned he reminds me of my dad (that employee was a babyfaced teen which made it extra bizarre)