Billions served, and only a few hundred killed. I’m tellin’ ya, this feckin’ ‘fast food’ idea might catch on yet . . .
Dr. Watson
“An unhatched egg is to me the greatest challenge in life.” – E. B. White
I am not a frequent fast food consumer, so I don’t know the menu by heart. So, I usually need to consult the menu before I order.
If I walk in, and there is nobody on line, I stand far back from the counter, pereferably behind that cattle-chute line-folder thingie they have so it is clear that I am not on line. I look at the menu, making sure not to catch the workers’ eyes. I do everything I can think of with body language to make it clear that I am NOT ready to order.
And the counter worker invariably shouts, from 30 feet away, “MAY I HELP YOU?” Then the worker gets annoyed when I say I have not decided yet.
An addendum, a quid pro quo, and an update.
Tonight I went to Subway.
Since I can’t go to Taco Bell anymore because I am not a sado-masochist, I decided to get down on Subway.
I hope Glitch doesn’t find out I went there, rdrr.
Anyway, the service there kicked ass! There were two high school chics and one guy behind the counter. There was a big ass line, but it went quickly and no orders got fucked up. Not only that, there were these two hot chics in line with us, and we had a conversation about the merits of subway in the field of assuaging cannabis induced munchies.
Good thing I have a girlfriend, or I may not have come back to work. Heh.
So it was cool, the service was good, and the other customers were cool, and all in all a good experience. I think it’s because the uniforms aren’t as retarded as those at other fast food joints.
I know if I was forced to work under those conditions, getting only 2.50 an hour after taxes, AND had to dress like a shmuck, I would be beligerent as a tiger with sandpaper balls, too.
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
And
“This site is more addictive than caramel-covered crack!”
Dear god, that’s gross.
I must say that all the Wendy’s in my area (Chicago) are REALLY bad. But I’m in kind of a pickle: It’s lent and it’s the only time of the year when they have the luscious fish sandwiches!
I go to Wendy’s for lunch in the Loop on Fridays, stand in line, think about the succulent fish with cheese, and wonder why they didn’t hire my cat and put him in a T-shirt and a Wendy’s hat. He could do the job faster - and he has no thumbs!
I must say, SUBWAY KICKS ASS! The service there is always great. Well, almost.
It was a cold day. I was nursing a crazy-bad case of post-drinking dehydration. I was at my brother’s apartment.
The downstairs girls came up to visit. They were nice. Do you want anything to eat from Subway? Sure, why not. How about I come along with you? Okay.
I approach the counter. We have three subjects. All female. One, huge, black, garish pink lipstick. Three or four teeth. One, indian, medium build, no speak-e eglis. One, small, old, withered, gray hair.
Gray hair takes my order, which was nice, because she was the only one who was intelligible.
White. Footlong. Meatball. Triangle cheese. Extra sauce, parmesean. I give it in that order because they can grab for the white bread instantly, and refrain from cutting it. It speeds the process by about 1/2 second by giving it in that order.
She begins the process. Rips the top of the bread off. Plops greasy, cold meatballs into bread. Uhm, ma’am, I wanted cheese on that… YEAH I KNOW! Uhm, ma’am, don’t you put the cheese under the meatballs? NO! I put it ON TOP OF the meatballs! Uhhh. Whatever.
The purpose of the parmesean cheese is to congeal the extra sauce into an easily handled gel. What good is parmesean if the cheese is on top?
Hoe Lee Shit that pissed me off.
I made the mistake of going back again. This time, indian takes my order. Same thing. Slaps cold, greasy meatballs onto bread. I ask about the cheese. Instead of making a new one, she scrapes the meatballs off, puts the cheese on, then puts the meatballs back on. ::sigh::
I again returned for the final act. This time, I got gray hair again. She put the cheese on the bottom like she should. I inquire, like a bastard, “I thought you put the cheese on the bottom?” she growls and mumbles something about how the cheese goes on bottom, always has, and according to whatever sandwich making guide and corporate rules, always will. Apparently, some customer complained and she got bit in the ass for doing it ‘her’ way.
Taco Bell has always been a good experience for me. Except the one that, oddly enough, neighbors this Subway. Must be some sort of fast food portal to hell in the area…
So I go to the Taco Bell, and order two crunchy tacos, no lettuce, and two frito burritos, no onions, no cheese. Receive order, drive off.
15 minutes later, at my destination, I eagerly grab my first taco. Unwrapping it brings astounded devastation to my face. It has no lettuce, true, but no meat, either. Frantically, I pray that this taco is a fluke. I unwrap the second. No lettuce, but no meat. Sadly, I toss these aside, moving on to the frito burritos. I peel one of these open to make sure that there is indeed no cheesy mess to fuck up my quickly deflating pleasure. No, there’s no cheese, but there IS an abundance of onions and fritos. And a tiny, tiny glop of meat in the very middle. The other one is the same way. I call up the manager, raging. I expect my fucking food to be made fucking right, blah blah blah. I can’t go to hard on her, because she sounds completely embarrassed, totally humiliated. So, I drive back, and she gives me my money back, she honestly was embarrassed, she was blushing (she actually gave me about a buck more than I paid), and was very nice, very apologetic, but I will NEVER eat there again. Taco Bell, yes, there, NO.
As I was typing this, what happened dawned on me. We have a mini Taco Bell at the college caf, and get to watch them make our food. When you run out of meat, you have to put on hot gloves, remove the meat pan, clean it, clean the scooper, put a new meat pan in, uncover it, and stir it, before you can serve it. Some lazy piece of SHIT decided that instead of actually going and getting more meat, since they were obviously out, they were just going to fuck me on it, since, shit, who actually complains, anyway? Who was ever gonna know? This scrawny dick will just choke up like a pussy and eat it, or throw it away. Who’s gonna know?
I do, you FUCKING DICK
–Tim
I suppose I should change this sig. You CAN accidentally create a retarded baby whilst smoking pot. They will end up working at Taco Bell.
You can’t accidently create a handicapped baby whilst smoking pot.
What about the food courts in the malls? My wife used to be a manager at Afterthoughts. One time one of the girls that were closing got locked out and had to go in through one of the food court restaurant things (what ever they are called). It was some Cajun place. She went through their office and saw roaches all over the place. Well my wife told me this story and considering it was a hearsay thing, I didn’t think much of it. I never ate at from that restaurant and had never really planned to. Well about a year later, my wife and I had met my parents at the food court to have lunch and my dad chose to eat there. He got his food and sat down. When he opened the lid to his soda there was a roach just chillin in the top part of his soda. The service was fine, but I will definitely never eat at that place. The only problem with the service was, again this was a place where no one spoke very good english. I have absolutely nothing against Orientals. But that was all that was working there. I always think, “Cajun = Louisiana = Southerners.” Not Orientals. I do not mean to be stereotypic or anything but <shrug>. I love the Panda Express in that same food court though.
The funny thing is my wife has seen other back offices of the same food court and they are usually extremely clean.
Speaking from experience, working at a fast food place is hell. I worked at many during my high school and college years. However, I never lost my cool with a customer (not even with the rude ones!). I find that the fast food places today have mostly incompetent people working at them. Even the managers around here are totally ignorant to the concept of good service.
The worst around here is McDonald’s. I went there a few days ago and ordered a cheeseburger with ketchup only for my son. When I got the burger, it had no cheese on it. This seems so silly to me, because if I had wanted a hamberger, I would have said that. That’s just one of the many examples of the poor service.
When I was younger, I went with my family to a McDonalds. I was playing on the merry-go-round and a rope got wound around my hand. I could not get it off and I screamed for my father. He came over and cut the rope and took it inside and showed it to the manager. The manager then proceeded to tell him that he had no right to cut the rope as it was on the flag pole. Then an assistant manager came over and said that it had been loose all day and he hadn’t gotten around to fixing it. My father was furious and we left. Talk about incompetence! I have never went back to that particular McDonalds.
There is one thing that I must warn everyone about. If you do complain in one of these places, do not eat the food afterwards. You would be surprised what some people will do for revenge. I saw quite a few of these incidents and I reported them every time. I didn’t think it was right to mess with someone’s food because they complained. That is just nasty.
Yeah, and if you piss off someone at “Clownie’s”, watch out for the “Jack Sauce”! snarf
“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
Are you a turtle?
What I fucking love is when you say “Yeah I want a number 3 with cheese, and Coke,that’s all,” and the dumb mother fuckers say “Yeah you want cheese with that?” Then you say “I said a number 3 WITH cheese. THAT’S ALL,” and the dumb shits reply “Would you like anything else with your order?” At this moment you are thinking, “God damn, doesn’t this stupid asshole get it when I say THAT’S ALL,” and you say to him “NO, THAT’S ALL.” Then they tell you to drive up to the next window. That’s what I fucking love.
“I say God DAMN!”
I drove up to the squak-box and the girl said, “Would you like to try one of our blah, blah, blah… for only $3.49?” I said, “Yes.” Silence. Apparently I dumbfounded her.
“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
Are you a turtle?
Listen, you snobs.
If you think you can do the job better, then do it yourself. Skilled labor costs bucks. If the employers hired skilled laborers for these low-end jobs,then guess what, they’d have to pay them more. This leads to one word: Fucking inflation (a la Dan Quayle).
I don’t like bad service as much as the next guy. But what do you expect at a fast food joint?
If you want good service, you gotta pay.
What, you want good service for $3.50?
There’s always another beer.
Do you feel the same way about package goods store attendants, beer?
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Why are you people surprised to find that in jobs that pay minimum wage you have barely acceptable employees, especially when the unemployment rate is at its lowest level in 30 years? If you want better service, pay for it.
I despise fast food restaurants. Don’t like to work for them, don’t like to eat in them. Arby’s and LJS are ok, the rest can wither and die. Honestly, I’d rather cook my own food (at least that way, I know what’s going into it) or eat in an actual restaurant…y’know, where there are waiters and bussers and the people making my food have some idea of what they’re doing.
Beeruser: I did the job. And I did it better. Your argument is valid, but conversely, if these people aren’t worth more than $5.50 or so an hour, then they should be happy to have the jobs they’re doing. Shit work or not, if they can’t get jobs anywhere else, they should take pride in the job they have.
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Beeruser:
No, dickhead. That’s why I said this:
Did you even read the OP before you started drooling out a response?
Putz.
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
Hi Lexicon, you asswipe.
So there’s a difference between what you expect and what you get?
If these business people didn’t find it profitable to hire illiterate, doped up, non-English speaking people, they wouldn’t.
But apparently they do make money, and from cheapos like you.
That’s what you get for $3.50. If you have trouble dealing with reality, instead of bawling like a little girl, get yourself some skin.
Want some hot sauce with that, fuckhead?
There’s always another beer.
Here’s a suggestion: don’t fucking patronize fast-food establishments. They ALL suck. Come on, the only reason people go to places like McDonalds at ALL is that they don’t KNOW anywhere else to go in their area, so they weakly settle for crappy food and service. For the 5-6 bucks you spend on a fast-food meal, you can get better food somewhere else, and help out a local business to boot. Taco Bell sucks especially. Go buy some real mexican food. The foods better, and Pepsico doesn’t need your fucking money.
So y’all go to a place where you both get and expect bad service and lousy food.
What drives you to go back, dare I say the POWER of advertizing?
Only in America…
We have a bar/diner in my neighbourhood who’s motto is, ‘Warm beer, cold women and lousy food’, ‘where you’re always welcome, unless you’re a jerk.’
You knew what you were going to get, quite clearly.
Wisdom is the boobie prize,they give you when you’ve been --unwise!
You don’t live in London, do you?
Guilty as charged.