cur-mud-geon:
anyone who hates hypocrisy and pretense and has the temerity to say so; anyone with the habit of pointing out unpleasant facts in an engaging and humorous manner
Over the past two months, I have probably gone through the drive-thru lane on the order of five times including this morning.
Each of those times has been intended to yield one hot cake and sausage breakfast and one big breakfast. None of those trips has yielded what I ordered (and paid for, by the way). I received two hot cake and sausage breakfasts one morning. I received no potatoes on three mornings, including today. I received no plastic ware on two occasions. I received jelly on only three of the five days.
On one of those days, I thought…”I’ll show them”… and actually looked inside the bag, took inventory and told the young lady what she needed to do to fix the shortages. She handed the bag back to me and I, fool that I am, didn’t bother to rub her nose in it by re-checking, but simply drove away. You already know the outcome, don’t you?
Right, she’d found another way to screw up my order while “fixing” it.
And, insult being added to injury, the morning manager has been the guy filling each of those orders.
When will I ever learn? It is my burden because it has become painfully aware to me that they’re unlikely to ever get their act together.
