I pull up to a Wendy’s drive through this morning and order a 1/4 pound Classic single with chesse . . combo with fries, a Sprite, and a decaf coffee.
The burger and the fries are fine. Then a half mile down the road I discover . . NO STRAW.
STRIKE ONE.
So, after taking a bite out this greaseburger, I pull off the lid off my fucking soda, and because it has ice in it, when I attempt to sip it I spill it all over my chest.
No problem, I’ll just get the napkins then . . .
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WHERE ARE MY GODAMNNED NAPKINS??? :mad:
STRIKE TWO!
So, now thanks to the incompetence of the pot smoking high school dropouts at the drive thru window, I have to wipe the grease off my hand on my pants before shaking hands with my client in 45 minutes. Yeah, that will go nice with the sticky soda all over my jacket. Thanks Wendy’s.
Okay, Vin, calm down . . . people sometime fuck up, especially when they are being paid $7.00 an hour . . that’s why they work behind a counter at Wendy’s, and not as CEO of IBM. You make mistakes too.
Not often, but it happens.
Besides, there’s always my freshly brewed, hot, decaffeinated coffee to keep me company in my car and warm me up this cold morning, . . wait . . HOLD THE PHONE . .
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???
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A PACKET OF SANKA???
SANKA??? SANKA???
AND A STYROFOAM CUP FULL OF HOT WATER???
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I COULD HAVE MADE SHITTY INSTANT COFFEE AT MY OWN HOUSE!!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!
I mean, Burger King and McDionalds brew THEIR decaffeinated coffee . . . doesn’t Wendy’s try to portray themselves as “higher” than BK or McDonalds??
STRIKE THREE!
All right, my trip is now officially ruined, and my day is off to a bad, bad start. But AH . . the plot thickens.
I have half a mind U-turn to Wendy’s, and take this cup of hot water, and splash it in the fuckhead mullet-boy behind the counters zit covered face, but I DO have to be somewhere. May as well throw the fucking Sanka into the hot water, stir it, and grin and bear it right?
So, I pour the Sanka in the hot water, and reach into the bag for the stirer . .
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YEP YOU GUESSED IT:
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NO FUCKING STIRRER!!! :smack:
What am I supposed do do, stir this shit with my TONGUE???
STRIKE . .oh yeah, we ALREADY WERE AT THREE!!!
So, Wendy’s, let’s review this mornings event’s, shall we?
- No straw for my soda
- No napkins to wipe up the soda that dribbled from the cup all over my clothes because there was no straw
- Instant coffee for 75 cents
- No stirer to stir the crap instant offee.
I won’t even mention NO CREAM AND SUGAR. I mean, we HAVE reached absolute zero in incompetence, haven’t we?
MEMO TO WENDY’S FUCKWITS:
What the FUCK is your problem? I realize that if you combined all the IQs of the employees at your restaurant you would still get a double digit number, but is it THAT hard to remember napkins and a straw? Okay, I can forgive that . . .good help is hard to fire nowadays . . . .BUT INSTANT COFFEE???
CLUE! The reason I am using your drive through is because I plan on DRINKING MY COFFEE AND EATING MY FOOD . . . WHILE DRIVING!!! Just how the HELL am I supposed to mix Sanka WHILE I AM DRIVING??? WITHOUT A STRIRRER TO BOOT!!! If you are going to do this to me, at least direct me to a nearby road with lots of potholes in it so I can at least SHAKE my coffee!
Get your act together, Wendy’s. Train your employees. I know the guy that did my order is a moron, so keep it simple:
NAPKIN
STRAW
STIRER
CREAM AND SUGAR
EVERY BEVERAGE AND COFFEE ORDER.
That may be much, I will admit, but come on now! Even a monkey can put together blocks with enough repetition and reinforcement!
And the Sanka— gotta go. Thumbs down. NYET. CHEESEBALL. I mean, Mom and Pop gas stations in Kentucky brew their own coffee for Chrissakes!
In conclusion: GET WITH THE FUCKING PRGRAM. Get your stupid employees with the program, and BUY SOME COFFEE POTS. Wal-mart has 'em cheap, you are abillion dollar fast food chain, got it?