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Hello, all, and Happy Holidays as I have not posted in a very long time. As the holiday season is still here, so are the trouble making snowbirds, not to mention awful employees that work at the fast food restaurants. But, I will mainly keep this locked on the SC's that were at the local BK last night.
I had decided to stop in, pick up a couple of Whoppers for the wife and I, and go home. Little did not know this altercation would take place. I apologize in advance for certain words, but you'll understand why.
SC (who is only about four and a half feet tall and resembled Yoda): You cwawl (call) this soivice (service)? I shouldn't have to go get my own ketchup. Someone should soive (serve) that to me! (And then she went to sit with her friend).
SC (a little later, while I'm trying to place my order): Excuse me! (no!) I told you I was supposed to have moy (my) froyes (fries) without sawlt (salt)! These froyes have sawlt on them! (By now, her friend has also joined her at the counter, who is a woman with snow white hair, and looked like she'd been hit by a Peterbilt dump truck).
SC's Friend: That's right! She ordered them without sawlt, and I can taste sawlt on them! Also, I ordered a cwawfee (coffee), and this is an iced one! Why didn't you give me a hot cwawfee?
BKE (Burger King Employee, who really is not into being there working): Well, maam, you said coffee, and that's a coffee. We don't have it available right now in hot!
SCF: Well, then woy (why) didn't you say that? You took my awduh (order) as if there was hot cwawfee ready back there! They really need to retrain you!
Now, BK is not totally innocent on this either, because the girl behind the counter had her manager berating her in front of everyone, mainly because she obviously messes up every order. The young guy next to me, who only ordered a milkshake, waited ten long minutes, and BKE gave it to him without the requested whipped cream. Then, the lady who had ordered in front of me got her food without the fries.
By the time I got up there, I had nearly forgotten what I was there for, and accidentally messed up myself. When I went to correct it, BKE got pissed because she was going to have to fix the order herself. I finally just told her to have a nice day, and left.
In all, I was a bit entertained by these two old women and really hated to leave without seeing the outcome. Oh, well, that's life. I really do wish the snowbirds would leave, and that they would hire better help at these places of business though.
I had decided to stop in, pick up a couple of Whoppers for the wife and I, and go home. Little did not know this altercation would take place. I apologize in advance for certain words, but you'll understand why.
SC (who is only about four and a half feet tall and resembled Yoda): You cwawl (call) this soivice (service)? I shouldn't have to go get my own ketchup. Someone should soive (serve) that to me! (And then she went to sit with her friend).
SC (a little later, while I'm trying to place my order): Excuse me! (no!) I told you I was supposed to have moy (my) froyes (fries) without sawlt (salt)! These froyes have sawlt on them! (By now, her friend has also joined her at the counter, who is a woman with snow white hair, and looked like she'd been hit by a Peterbilt dump truck).
SC's Friend: That's right! She ordered them without sawlt, and I can taste sawlt on them! Also, I ordered a cwawfee (coffee), and this is an iced one! Why didn't you give me a hot cwawfee?
BKE (Burger King Employee, who really is not into being there working): Well, maam, you said coffee, and that's a coffee. We don't have it available right now in hot!
SCF: Well, then woy (why) didn't you say that? You took my awduh (order) as if there was hot cwawfee ready back there! They really need to retrain you!
Now, BK is not totally innocent on this either, because the girl behind the counter had her manager berating her in front of everyone, mainly because she obviously messes up every order. The young guy next to me, who only ordered a milkshake, waited ten long minutes, and BKE gave it to him without the requested whipped cream. Then, the lady who had ordered in front of me got her food without the fries.
By the time I got up there, I had nearly forgotten what I was there for, and accidentally messed up myself. When I went to correct it, BKE got pissed because she was going to have to fix the order herself. I finally just told her to have a nice day, and left.
In all, I was a bit entertained by these two old women and really hated to leave without seeing the outcome. Oh, well, that's life. I really do wish the snowbirds would leave, and that they would hire better help at these places of business though.
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