I went to go get my front windows tinted today as summer is fast-approaching, and stopped at a Burger King to get some food. Now, this isn't even in the same COUNTY as the BK I had problems with. Inside was packed, so I went to the drive thru. I ordered my usual, the "problem child" being the Whopper with cheese. She said the total, which sounded cheaper, but it was a different location and prices sometimes differ...I didn't think anything of it. I pull up, pay, and see my receipt. I noticed I was about to get a Whopper JR, not a regular one. I was hungry, I wanted a normal one (and that's what I ordered). I politely pointed out to her that I had ordered a regular one, not a regular one. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and went to let the kitchen know. Then, she comes back and says "That will be $1.28 more". I was surprised, but paid up. When she gave my change back, I said, politely, "Where I work, we don't charge customers for our mistakes", and left it at that. She kind of scoffed at me, but whatever.
She wasn't particularly sucky, just apathetic and not willing to accept responsibility for her mistakes. ALSO...I should note that it appears the order confirmation screen was out of order because my order didn't show up on there. I tried specifically NOT to be sucky, but to express my displeasure in a polite and professional manner. However, it bothers me when establishments charge customers for their mistakes.
Thoughts?
She wasn't particularly sucky, just apathetic and not willing to accept responsibility for her mistakes. ALSO...I should note that it appears the order confirmation screen was out of order because my order didn't show up on there. I tried specifically NOT to be sucky, but to express my displeasure in a polite and professional manner. However, it bothers me when establishments charge customers for their mistakes.
Thoughts?

Handed bag back again. Repeated order. Got back a grilled chicken sandwich.
Finally, after it appeared they'd gotten it right (and my bad for not checking everything in the bag and assuming what the box said was in it was actually what was in it) and the line behind me was backed up to California or thereabouts, I got the hell out of there and went home. Only to discover I'd gotten a Santa Fe grilled chicken sandwich. 


That and the BK closest to my apartment is ALWAYS out of whopper meat.
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