This morning, I was ordering my breakfast in the drive-through at the on-base Burger King. As per usual, I ordered a croissanwich, a large coffee, and a small coke.
Female voice on the order-box: “A croissanwich, a small coffee, and a large coke?”
They do this all the time. This particular BK has screwed up more orders than any other I’ve ever been to. But it’s pretty much the only breakfast option after the chow hall closes.
Me: “No, a large coffee and a small coke.”
Female Voice: “Oh, okay. Vice-versa. Do you want any of the stuff that makes coffee light and sweet…”
Me: “…cream and sugar?”
Female Voice: “Yeah! That’s the stuff.”
Me: “…no, thanks.”
I pull up to the window, fully expecting to see a ditzy teenage girl working the register. Nope! Forty-something woman.
I can understand how working a register can sometimes make your mind go a bit funny. But working a drive-through during breakfast and brain-farting “cream and sugar”… that’s world-class.
Hey, I’m starting to get a whole new appreciation for middle-aged women and their lack of…what is that word? Ability to think. I call it Adult-Onset CRS - Can’t Remember Shit.
Hell, that sounds great. Like the 40 year old women at the barbecue joints, with a smoke in their mouth, a pad in their hand and an apron, “What do you want, Honey?”
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a) Possible. When I pulled up to the window, she said "By the time I’m 50 I’ll be totally Alzheimer’ed out. " She happened to mention she was 41.
b) Not likely. As a civilian woman working on a somewhat isolated military base, chances are she was some military man’s wife. I’m not saying it never happens, it’s just highly unlikely.
c) Military base. We’re politer than that.
d) Nope. Her attitude was more “Oh my God why did I forget that?” than “Eh.”
Being that I work in a drive-thru, I get to see this sort of thing from the other side of the counter. I work at a Jack in the Box, yet i’m constantly asked for Big Macs, McChickens, Whoppers, Taco Supremes, Crossainwiches, and for combos that are “Super-sized”, “King-sized”, or “Biggie-sized”.
Heh. I do that all the time, which is why I could never be a waitress.
I’ve lost my car in 7-11s, and rarely know what day of the week it is without having to stop and think. I lose anything that isn’t firmly attatched to my person. Bonus: I’m constantly tripping, stumbling, losing my balance, and dropping and knocking over things. Or all of the above at the same time. I blame having too much going on in my head at once; it sounds better than just saying, “I’m an airhead.”
I have 150 or so students and usually I can keep their names straight. Come late april though, my brain is fried and I cannot for the life of me make the right name come out when I have to choose between Adolfo, Alfredo, Adalberto, Alejandro, Alfonso, Antonio, and Alberto. All of whom some sadistic counselor placed in the same class period.
Toward the end, I gave up trying to get the right name. One day I just told them they were all named Bob.
Heh, yeah, it kinds of get hard when different joints have different types of ‘upgrade policies’ and brands of drink. You get Pepsi at KFC and Pizza Hut but Coke at MacDonalds. Fortunately, almost everyone understand (cashier and customers included) understand the meaning of “up-size” here.
All the things the Friendy Cashier Girl asks you can easily be replaced by a machine. I am just surprised that no one has done it yet.
“BEEP! Hi, welcome to MacDonalds! Please select you meal from the choice below. BEEP! Do you want to up-size? BEEP! Eating here or take-away? BEEP! Paying by cash, NETS or Master? BEEP! Would you like to have fries with that? (regardless whether you have ordered fries in the first place Pleae be careful! The coffee is hot!”
i’ve heard coffee ordered “light and sweet” before. but yeah, it sounds like she might’ve had a brain fart there.
i hate BK (which is a shame, 'cause i LOVE their breakfast food). the last time i left there NOT pissed off was almost two years ago, when i was grabbing a quick breakfast on my way to work, got to the window…and no wallet. the girl gave me my breakfast and let me go anyway.
she’s long gone, though, and her replacements suck. onion rings without the dipping sauce are awful. onion rings intentionally turned upside down in my bag with no dipping sauce is worse.
