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| - Yuck. Three times burned. I should have learned after the first two.
The first time I went through this drive thru I was served by a rather crass older lady who greeted me through the speaker with an ever so eloquent "take yo order". I brushed it off thinking it was no big deal. Until I pull up to the window, and see an older Caucasian gal with dirty hair, that looked as if she hadn't had a shower in a few days. Greasy haired and snaggly teeth. Exactly what you want to see before satisfying the craving for Jr Bacons. The only words out of her mouth, now I can't make this stuff up, is "Eight Fiddy". I hand her a 20, and when she hands me back my change I see the worst hands I have ever seen in my entire life. Just down right nasty.
Second time was much the same including the greeting, and "Eight Fiddy" at the window, only this time her hands are even worse. It almost looked as though some kind of flesh eating virus has taken over and was waging a war that it was obviously winning. I learned my lesson from last time and had exact change ready as to avoid any contamination coming from her hands into my pockets. But I can't help and notice a dirty bandage on one of her fingers in a feeble attempt to conceal the horror that was unfolding upon her hands. This is complimenting her stench and even more gross hair. EWWW Lucky for me the cook handed me the food thru the window.
So third time...
I couldn't even eat it. I did a drive by the window to make sure she wasn't working it. Success a nice larger gentleman was working the window. I pull around after ordering my food, and much to my delight he was very nice, and prompt. Only when he hands me back my change his hands were all jacked up too. And to top it all off, he had what appeared to be open wounds on his second knuckle on two fingers. I apprehensively take the change. Not wanting to contaminate the vehicle again. I put the change in on the center counsel not wanting to even think about it. The food comes out, and WAM another gross shot confirming the hideousness of this poor man's hands.
I take the food, pull out on the street, and throw it out the window at about 55 miles an hour going down Cheyenne. That 11.50 is glaring at me on the center counsel. I know it has aids. No way was I going to put that back in my pocket, and contaminate the rest of my items stowed safely away in there. I'm cheap, I mean like cheap cheap. Hence the 1.99 Jr Bacons... I speed up, grab the money with a napkin from the center counsel, and out the window it goes.
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