Stopped by everyone's favorite sub-par Texmex place, Taco Hell, the other night.
Put in my order. Now, most of the time they ask at the window when you pay if you want hot sauce or not. Once in a while they ask over the loud speaker.
It didn't help that the car in front of me must have been ordering a 7 course meal because I swear I was sitting behind him in the drive through for 10 minutes. Not an exaggeration.
Get up to the window, pay for food. Wait 2 minutes. The girl starts handing me my bags. I ask if there's hot sauce in them.
"You didn't ask for hot sauce."
She pops back inside and grabs a handful of sauces and gives me the rest of the order.
"You... didn't ask me if I wanted any..."
Like, literally every time I've ever been to Taco Hell they ALWAYS ask. But the girl seemed to be getting pissed at me even though she's the one who's supposed to ask. I didn't feel like getting in an argument so just left, but jeez. You're mad at me because you forgot to do part of your job?
Put in my order. Now, most of the time they ask at the window when you pay if you want hot sauce or not. Once in a while they ask over the loud speaker.
It didn't help that the car in front of me must have been ordering a 7 course meal because I swear I was sitting behind him in the drive through for 10 minutes. Not an exaggeration.
Get up to the window, pay for food. Wait 2 minutes. The girl starts handing me my bags. I ask if there's hot sauce in them.
"You didn't ask for hot sauce."
She pops back inside and grabs a handful of sauces and gives me the rest of the order.
"You... didn't ask me if I wanted any..."
Like, literally every time I've ever been to Taco Hell they ALWAYS ask. But the girl seemed to be getting pissed at me even though she's the one who's supposed to ask. I didn't feel like getting in an argument so just left, but jeez. You're mad at me because you forgot to do part of your job?
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