I am not really that hard to please

At least I don’t think I am.

But I can not understand for the life of me why the fast food order window always gets it wrong.

Now don’t get me wrong. I make mistakes in my job. Lots of them. The other day I thought I erased an entire data base. It turns out I was wrong which proves I can make a mistake, right?

Back to the fast food order window. I order the same lunch every day. A chicken sandwich, hold the sauce. A small salad, no dressing. An ice tea, with fake sweetener and no lemon.

They always ask if I want lemon. I always say no. I almost always get lemon in my tea. I have my own dressing. They always ask. I always decline. I always get a packet. I always specify I want none of the horrid sauce. About every other time I get gobs of the yucky stuff. Oh and with that iced tea? First of all the size without asking can be wildly different. The other day, much to my surprise I got what looked like a bucket with a straw in it. One time I got a cup that held..well about a cups worth. And can they spare the sweetener? Either I get none (usually) or one or two. Try sweetening a bucket of ice tea with two of those packets.

Now I realize in the great scheme of the universe that my problem is very small. But think of this. I get this experience every time. Multiply my wrong order by the billions and billions of wrong orders there must be. It’s gotta cost someone something somewhere don’t you think. Never mind the cost in anger and spoiled salad dressing.

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About James Rising

A recovering radio addict wrestles with the written word.
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