I was so excited to see there was a DQ in walking distance to my house.. I absolutely LOVE the OJ original and could drink them daily. Went in to find a young blonde girl working the register. No a smile not a hello. Nothing. She looked absolutely miserable. When she did finally speak to tell me my total I couldn't hear her, she was practically whispering.
To make matters worse my drink tasted like I sprayed perfume in my mouth and couldn't get it out.. horrible!