To the woman behind the counter: leave your freaking kids at home.
It was bad enough that my simple order of tacos and fries came to me incorrect, but the kids who were running around, screaming, and making a mess made it even worse.
They were going in and out of the side door, slamming those doors, running around the tables, and playing with the soda machine. I'm standing there, a paying customer, waiting for these brats to stop screaming "LET ME PUSH THE BUTTON!" so I can refill my diet coke. Mom came after a while and offered to fill my drink while her kids were still picking which flavor of Fanta to choose.
I almost lost it when one of them went up to the counter and started kept shouting " MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM!"
If I had acted half as badly as those kids at that age, my dad would have whooped my ass. Never coming here again.