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| - The problem here is not really the food. It's KFC, if you like their fare, you're in luck. The problem here is the employees. They hold that delicious chicken hostage! Tonight, I waited 25 minutes to place my order in the drive thru. The girl on the other end of the mic, Jordan, couldn't get the simple order correct to save her life. I pulled forward, or tried to, and in another 20 minutes, made it to the window. That's where the fun began. Jordan was pretty surely. I don't like that. She corrected my order, yelled at the cook to add what she had forgotten, and gave me my food. No apology for waiting 45 minutes. No silverware. No napkins for my finger lickin' fingers. No sauce for the chicken strips. I asked if she had any sauce, she said yes, if I asked for it. That's when I lost it. I went into the restaurant and spoke to the manager, a nice lad, who might be able to shave in a year or so. He told me he would "discipline" Jordan. I looked over at her smirking face, and noticed her drive thru stand was full of food crumbs and she had a beverage with a straw. She rolled her eyes some more, and I called her a brat. Mature? No. However, I feel it was justified. After all, I just lost 45 minutes of my life waiting for her to hand me my chicken. Moral of the story...it's a KFC, and the food is fine. However, the agravation of having to deal with snotty teenagers, and wasting my time is not worth it, and I'll never go there again.
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