mmm … fries …
you guys aren’t helping! the little email alert telling me that there is a new reply here to read only makes me want more and more fries … and all the cursed Raunchy Ronnie’s here are closed! … crazed salt addiction …
My wife and I went to KFC and ordered two meals with white meat. When we got our food, we both had a wing and a thigh. I went back up to the counter and told the girl there that we had ordered white meat.
Girl: “That is white meat.”
Me: “No, this is a thigh.”
“No sir, that’s a breast.”
“I’m sorry, this is definitely a thigh.”
(getting snotty) "It’s a breast."
::deep breath:: “Look, I work at a store that has 65,000 SKU’s and we’re expected to not only know what these items are, but how they’re used, where they come from, so forth. You’ve gotta remember four pieces…four friggin’ pieces…how hard is that? Oh, sure, there’s corn and potatoes and biscuits and stuff but, c’mon…four pieces!! Now, let’s go get your manager and we can discuss whether or not these pieces are breasts or thighs together, okay?”
::grabs food and starts walking towards the back:: hmmpph they’re breasts…"
She returned with two wings and two breasts.
Yeah, I coulda stayed cooler and sure, it was a gamble eating the food after she went to the back but, damn, after putting up with idiot customers all day long, don’t I get to lose it when I get an idiot clerk? I’m usually extremely patient with salespeople, food servers, others who serve the public in a similar capacity, but really: four different pieces, man.