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| - Alright, I know it is a fast food restaurant (supposedly), but I just had to capture my recent experience.
Now, having done my tour of duty under the golden arches back in college, I am WELL aware of what to expect when pulling through a fast food drive through (I refuse to use "thru").
Apparently, they were running low on wrappers and such, because I was cut off by another vehicle heading to the pick-up window where the driver handed out a trash bag of stuff.
I had a pretty basic order. A plain spicy chicken combo with a Pepsi. All you have to do is slap a piece of spicy chicken on a bun, wrap it up, and put it in a bag with some fries. No complicated sauce combinations, no trying to read my mind on the amount of a certain ingredient, just chicken and bun.
When I got to the window and the young lady asked me to pull up because my chicken sandwich was not ready, I was understanding. I am not always pateince, but I am understanding.
I fended off one panhandler that actually walked out of the restaurant with a spool of CDs that he was selling while waiting. Then another customer after me pulled in front of me to go inside and fix a misgiven order. I waited.
While waiting I saw a phone number on the door for customer service. I started my phone call after waiting five minutes and finished it after waiting ten minutes.
After hanging up, I pulled the emergency brake and went inside to get my sandwich. There was ONE customer in the place and two girls standing at the counter jabbering with and employee who was making them free ice cream sundaes. One of the girls must have been an off duty Wendy's employee as she had the audacity to ask if I had a receipt for my purchase.
I was offered a shot glass sized Frosty for my trouble. Thanks, but no thanks...
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