It’s a curse that places around here, the default is to stick friggin’ lemon in water or tea. Apparently enough people ask for it that they have started doing it out of habit. But I don’t want lemon. And no, putting the slice of lemon on the glass rim and letting the patron squeeze the lemon in does not count as not giving me lemon. A bit of lemon juice gets in from sliding the slice onto the rim.
So I clearly request my beverage the way I prefer, because I know if I fail to say “no lemon” it will almost certainly come with lemon, yet even then the waitstaff frequently, out of habit, still bring me a glass with lemon.
Sometimes it’s because the person taking the request passes it off to someone else to deliver the drinks. Sometimes it’s just force of habit. But it is a much more common occurrence that 5% of the time.
I want to get into a raging fit to make it sink in that I don’t want friggin’ lemon, but I realize that won’t do any good, just get me weird looks or worse. So I’ve decided to just be ultra patient with them, and tell them to fix it.
Because, goddamnit, lemon tastes like ass and I don’t want any.
I don’t know if this is true at every Arby’s, but at this one they used a different cheese for the beef n cheddar than they did on the roast beef with cheese. The beef n cheddar cheese was much better, almost a nacho cheese without the bits of jalapenos.
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Just looks like Apocalypso is far more of a veteran moves Arby’s playa than you, JS.
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When I roll into an arbys i order stuff that even most of the employees don’t know about. boo-yah!
This happened when I was at Ft. Bragg. There was a pizza guy who would come on base with a bunch of pizzas and sell them in the barracks. One time he got jumped by a handful of people in my company (from the other platoon but we were all on the same floor). When the sergeant who was Charge of Quarters that night called one of the soldiers out, she came out dressed in all black eating one of his pizzas. ooops.
Back to veteran moves. Sometimes at my work, the vendors give out free lunch to the account managers. Because I’m not an account manager, I usually skip past their spiel about their products and get right into line for the free food. I am totally mercenary about the free food around here.
Now, when I went to a restaurant–one with a bar, mind you–and ordered coffee with Irish cream, it took no less than three consultations between my waiter and the manager and the bar manager to finally come back and let me know that they don’t have coffee with Irish cream. I said, “You have a bar. No Irish cream?” He said (actually he sort of whispered), “Well, yes, but it has alcohol in it.” Yes, I said. Yes, I want the one with booze in it. In coffee. In a cup.
I do but not as much. I figure they are doing some serving for a fraction of minimum wage ( if it is a server and not a dedicated carry-out staffer). They are bagging all kinds of stuff, preparing some sides themselves, getting cutlery, running around etc. they just aren’t doing refills/checking back- which I don’t need anyway. So I usually tip something. The convenience of carry out for me is not avoiding the tip but eating at home.
