Nope, don't know her, but I know a couple like her.
Seems there was something on the news the other day about a woman that called 9-1-1 because the McDonalds she was at had run out of Chicken McNuggets. I wonder if there's some way these people can be prosecuted. Heck, somebody could die because a dispatcher is busy with some idiot frantic over not getting the burger they want.
Oh for Heaven's sake! I have gotten the wrong order, a couple of times, at the Arby's in Cleburne when I was in the drive-through line. I didn't know it until I got home. No point in going back. I certainly would not have called the police about it. I just stopped going to that Arby's and I tell people about my experiences there. That's enough.
Haven't been to McDonald's in years. About every three or four years I crave a Big Mac. I don't know why. They make me feel ill afterward.
Ever watch Supersize Me? You owe it to yourself. I think it should be required viewing in school health classes.
My son really likes Arby's and it is a treat for him that we do about once a month. I still will go to that location, but we eat in the lobby. You get better service and they don't screw up the order in there. Their market fresh sandwiches are great. I can make two meals out of one.
Know what you are talking about Calman. Ran into the same problem. The cashier kept asking me," Wot you want, I no get." :roll:
I tried it a few different ways til I had enough and asked the manager standing there to get me someone who spoke English.
I don't plan to return there.
I stopped by a chain burger joint the other day and almost called 911 myself. My order was simple and I was in a hurry but it took forever to get the order. Reason I almost dialed 911 was cause based on the employees slow, cautious movement I'm pretty sure they were diffusing a bomb or something. BTW - is it their policy to make the burger then put the fries on to cook - or can three people not do two things at one time. I was the only customer.
Every time I see something like that, Jo, my management genes start to kick in and I want to walk back there and put some folks to work.
I can remember my first job at Ashburn's Ice Cream. We had a rush of Opera House crowd, everyone's running like mad, and there's this kid methodically putting all the bills in the register facing the same direction.
Every cashier I know does that.
I take wadded up bills out of my jeans pocket, dig into my coverall pocket for a couple more, check my coat pocket for some quarters and hay dust and the clerk spends a minute getting all the presidents facing the same direction.