I once went to a Dunkin Donuts that was out of DONUTS.
I once worked for Burger King. We usually kept at least 4-5 racks of buns by the broiler.
I walk into work one day and notice only one rack, and that half empty. I go into the back to get some more.
Guess what… We’re out of buns.
No one had told the manager.
The manager had to call around to other Burger Kings and arrange to get some more.
No Buns …
NO BUNS …
No Buns
NO BUNS!!!
Given the overwhelming male bias in management and undeniable overtones of deprivation implied by this simple two word statement, it’s hard to imagine how the typical manager could forget such a thing.
Would it help to know the manager was female?
not under the circumstances. also directed to the person who was commenting that ‘planning ahead’ would have prevented this.
I was at a mandatory in service from before 8 am, that didn’t let me out until noon. I was supposed to be at the jail by 12:20/12:30, the jail was a 20 minute drive away. Once at the jail, I’d be in a room doing a presentation for about 2 hours, and wouldn’t be able to eat anything until I left (about 2:30). which would mean that the only thing I’d had to eat from 8 am until 2:30 pm was a little two bite breakfast sweet roll provided at the in service (all that was there was that sort of thing, hand held, sweet, high in sugar). I have borderline sugar reactions, and needed to have something more closely resembling food.
I did not have time to go to anything other than a fast food (no grocery stores on the way that I could get in /out quickly). As it was, I was dizzy by the end of my presentation.
I did in fact call corporate hq (as referenced in the OP by “taco bell central”), they took the complaint, will be sending coupons (which I’ll give to my 19 year old son). But it’s too bad - there’s only 2 fast food joints right by the jail, and the other is BUrger King. I’d have liked an alternative.
Yeah, but if you got that burrito you’d’ve been farting up a storm during your presentation.
I think what County had in mind was something like making your own lunch that you can eat on the way to jail or in the parking lot.
Depends on knowing when you will need to do so, however. When I know the day before of possible schedule problems or being in out of the way places, I make my own lunch.
That being said, I hear ya, man. I have stopped two entirely full SUVs of skiers from stopping at Taco Bell becuase I am still pissed at them. (Much like Airman Doors and McDs). At three different TBs in a row, over a week’s time, I got such bad service and surly 'tude that Arthur Pewty would have said something. Yes, after the third time, I called TBHQ with specifics, including names, and the bubonic plague infected dog fuckers at TBHQ acted like it was a priviledge for me to be able to set foot in a TB.
Fuck them in the ass with pinecones soaked in lacquer thinner, I say.
That was four yrs ago, and I haven’t been in one since.
[reactionary conservative hat firmly and sternly on] W’all, they shoulda thought of that afore they’d commited them crimes in the first place [reactionary conservative hat firmly and sternly off]
So where’s Maud’ib got to?
Sure, but that won’t change the fact that many women I’ve known appreciate a fine set of buns just as much as the next guy. It reminds me very little of what one gal I knew was taught by her mother;
Biscuits on the table and buns in bed.
I have always gotten that impression too syncrolecyne. I don’t do the fast food thing very often, but if I ever do, I always go through the drive-thru. Then they can’t skip over you.
but remember Joe Peschi : They fuck you at the drive through…. and I didn’t have time to get fucked.
Drive Thru times… that’s the only thing I can say for you. They have a little timer and you must have the order taken, prepared and out the window in 30 seconds (at least that was Tim Horton’s) try doing that when you are the only person working front counter and drive thru when the morning rush hits. Taking orders for the counter and drive thru, making coffee, sandwiches, soups, getting muffins and donuts and the next person isn’t supposed to start for another 20 minutes and even though they are half in uniform and slowly getting ready to start shift they can’t help because you can’t order them to and no one will work until their shift starts exactly because you do not get paid in the slightest for any amount of time spent working over your shift. Yeah I missed a bunch of pay because I had to stay to finish cleaning up because I cleaned up after last shift and now was cleaning up my shift which I hadn’t gotten to during the night since I was cleaning up after the others. Damn rights I complained but I never got paid and it never got better.
Why yes I hated 11pm-7am shift how can you tell? Especially since the rush started at 4:30am and no one started on shift with you until 5am. And drive thru times are what we had to watch. you won prizes if the times were good got berated if they were bad. The owner once got out and pushed a car that had stalled in drive thru telling the lady that she was ruining his times. This is also the same guy who merely fired his son for putting a camera in the women’s washroom (Edmontonian’s may recall this one) and the guy is only getting a fine. Something like $100 if I recall correctly.
As for running out of food. we tossed donuts every night but some were already made and ready when we did that. We ran out of sugar on a weekly basis (we used those little sugar packets until we ran out of those and told customers sorry) and I was told… think of this… that they once ran out of coffee!! Now any Timmy’s fan knows that that is sacrilage.
I can imagine your presentation when you got to the jail:
“It’s really for the best if you get a job and try to become a productive member of society once you get out of jail. But if that’s not working out for you, and you decide to pull another armed robbery, there’s this one place…”
Miller: I used to suggest they wear 3 button type golf/polo shirts until one day on the news was a report of a stolen van backing up to a high end department store and ripping off a table full of those types of shirts. :eek: