[NOT OC - REPOST]

I used to work for a big local fastfood chain in the Philippines. I worked as a dinning crew there and my job was to serve the costumers. I was just fresh out of high school back then around 2016.

Our store operated from 6am to 12 midnight and one day, right when we were about to close down for the day, a woman, in her mid 20s came in with another girl. This woman was a bit tomboyish and just looking at the way she moves, I can tell she was a hotshot. After she got her order, she and the girl she was with sat at the seat at the most isolated corner of the dinning area.

After a few minutes, her order came out and I served it to them. It was one spicy chicken and one classic chicken both with rice and drinks.

Just a bit of context, our spicy chicken is actually just your regular chicken sprinkled with very hot chili powder.

The tomboy, who clearly is the one who ordered the spicy chicken for herself took a look at the chicken and at the most alpha male energy she could muster to impress the girl she was in asked me to return the chicken to the kitchen and make it spicier.

I just wanted things to be done so I can get back to cleaning so I just took the chicken back to the kitchen and asked the fryman to add more spicy sprinkle to it. The PC (the one in control of the whole kitchen) interrupted and offered to make the chicken spicier instead.

Apparently when the tomboy made their order earlier, they were very rude to the cashier which pissed off the PC because the tomboy acted really arrogantly.

I guess this is where you cue malicious compliance.

The PC got a plate, put on some plastic hand gloves, placed the chicken on the new plate and poured all the content of the shake can on the chicken. The chili sprinkle on the shake can was going to be disposed off after the shift ended anyways so the manager who was watching everything didn’t really said anything. The PC then proceeded to roll the chicken around on the bed of spicy sprinkle and by the time he was finished, the chicken which entered the kitchen with a golden brown color was now reddish. It just looks like a lump of chili sprinkles.

I brought the order back to the tomby and her girl and left them be and went out to clean the glass panels. It was near closing time so I was in a hurry to do my cleaning. After about almost half an hour, I. Saw the tomboy left. She was beat red, as if she just had a fight with someone. There was no commotion so I doubted that was actually the case.

I went back inside th collect the dishes. When I got to their seat, I ended up laughing when I saw the tomboy’s plate. On it was the breading of the chicken, some chewd up chicken that was spat back into the plate and a ton of chili sprinkles around the table. She clearly tried to shake off the excess chili powder but wasn’t too successful in doing so. The chicken was also only half eaten.