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There is a Wendy’s near my work. They have the fastest drive thru on the face of the planet. I can usually make it from desk, to my car, thru the drive thru, and back to my desk in under 10 minutes. They are so fast that as I pull in the driveway I pull out my wallet and also pull my money out of the wallet.
Anyway, my car does not get warm fast, so when it is really cold out I park and go in. I was standing in line yesterday. I could already TASTE the yummy goodness that is a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. I was drifting in and out of consciousness I was so hungry. Finally, I am on deck. The guy in front of me orders, they make his drink, they ask him for money, suddenly he FLIPS THE FECK OUT. He is making a strange noise that I can only describe as the yelling version of mumbling. I could not pick out 80% of the words that he was saying, but he was yelling and making a scene.
Apparently, the cost of his combo meal had gone up $0.05 and he was never notified. Apparently, he expected to read about it in the newspaper, and be personally notified via telegram every time Wendy’s changes their prices.
“that is Preposterous” he bellows “Why do the prices need to go up? You get used to one price, then all of a sudden it jumps way up.”
Now, his total for his meal was just shy of $7. He is complaining about the $0.05 increase. That is a .7% increase, less than one percent.
“I want to see a manager, who runs this operation?” he growled at the 80 year old woman working the counter, which looked as if she could stroke out at any given moment. The cashier was fluster and just stood there stammering, in shock at the absolute tirade unfolding before her.
The manager came out of the back to see what the hold up is. Just then I hear someone over on the food prep side inform the drive thru that they were out of Spicy Chicken and it would be 8 minutes on more.
Now, this asshat has doomed me to waiting. His beef was over 5 cents.
The manager tried calming him down, telling him that corporate sets the prices, they have no control over it. He was still mad and not calming down.
I reached in my pocket and picked out a handful of change. I slammed a penny down on the counter beside him “ONE!” I slammed down anther penny “TWO” slam “THREE” slam “FOUR” slam “FIVE. THERE, that is FIVE fecking cents. That is what this dispute is all about. You are holding up the line over FIVE cents. A FIVE cent price increase that no one within a hundred miles of here has any control over. FIVE cents? Is that really worth making a complete ASS out of yourself for? Is that worth ruining the nice lunch of me and the 6 people behind me? Seriously….FIVE CENTS!?!?!?
(insert blank stare where I wait for a response….)
Him: “Well…uhhh…they increased the price for no good reason.”
Me: Do you serve on the Wendy’s board of directors?
Him: well no
Me: Well, before you say “for no good reason” (and I make the insulting little finger air quotation marks) perhaps, do you thing the rising milk, wheat, corn, tomato, and beef prices could have something to do with it, or perhaps the rising fuel costs of the trucks that deliver all that food, or the rising healthcare costs of the employees, or perhaps even the rise in minimum wage? Maybe SOME of those increases contributed to the FIVE CENT increase in price.
Him: Here (hands the cashier $10)
He left my five cents on the counter and walked out silently.
**This part is more of a Public Service Announcement: If you are in line at a fast food place, during lunch hour, and have a complaint, make sure that that there is not a surly looking 6’2” 275 lb guy behind you literally DROOLING over a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. If you are, and you do, and there is, then I highly suggest letting him get his food before anyone gets hurt.**
Anyway, my car does not get warm fast, so when it is really cold out I park and go in. I was standing in line yesterday. I could already TASTE the yummy goodness that is a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. I was drifting in and out of consciousness I was so hungry. Finally, I am on deck. The guy in front of me orders, they make his drink, they ask him for money, suddenly he FLIPS THE FECK OUT. He is making a strange noise that I can only describe as the yelling version of mumbling. I could not pick out 80% of the words that he was saying, but he was yelling and making a scene.
Apparently, the cost of his combo meal had gone up $0.05 and he was never notified. Apparently, he expected to read about it in the newspaper, and be personally notified via telegram every time Wendy’s changes their prices.
“that is Preposterous” he bellows “Why do the prices need to go up? You get used to one price, then all of a sudden it jumps way up.”
Now, his total for his meal was just shy of $7. He is complaining about the $0.05 increase. That is a .7% increase, less than one percent.
“I want to see a manager, who runs this operation?” he growled at the 80 year old woman working the counter, which looked as if she could stroke out at any given moment. The cashier was fluster and just stood there stammering, in shock at the absolute tirade unfolding before her.
The manager came out of the back to see what the hold up is. Just then I hear someone over on the food prep side inform the drive thru that they were out of Spicy Chicken and it would be 8 minutes on more.
Now, this asshat has doomed me to waiting. His beef was over 5 cents.
The manager tried calming him down, telling him that corporate sets the prices, they have no control over it. He was still mad and not calming down.
I reached in my pocket and picked out a handful of change. I slammed a penny down on the counter beside him “ONE!” I slammed down anther penny “TWO” slam “THREE” slam “FOUR” slam “FIVE. THERE, that is FIVE fecking cents. That is what this dispute is all about. You are holding up the line over FIVE cents. A FIVE cent price increase that no one within a hundred miles of here has any control over. FIVE cents? Is that really worth making a complete ASS out of yourself for? Is that worth ruining the nice lunch of me and the 6 people behind me? Seriously….FIVE CENTS!?!?!?
(insert blank stare where I wait for a response….)
Him: “Well…uhhh…they increased the price for no good reason.”
Me: Do you serve on the Wendy’s board of directors?
Him: well no
Me: Well, before you say “for no good reason” (and I make the insulting little finger air quotation marks) perhaps, do you thing the rising milk, wheat, corn, tomato, and beef prices could have something to do with it, or perhaps the rising fuel costs of the trucks that deliver all that food, or the rising healthcare costs of the employees, or perhaps even the rise in minimum wage? Maybe SOME of those increases contributed to the FIVE CENT increase in price.
Him: Here (hands the cashier $10)
He left my five cents on the counter and walked out silently.
**This part is more of a Public Service Announcement: If you are in line at a fast food place, during lunch hour, and have a complaint, make sure that that there is not a surly looking 6’2” 275 lb guy behind you literally DROOLING over a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. If you are, and you do, and there is, then I highly suggest letting him get his food before anyone gets hurt.**
Can't BELIEVE I'm the first to use this one so far..
Wendy's is my favorite fast-food place. What a no-life douchebag to scream at some poor 80-year-old employee and throw a 3-year-old's tantrum over a 5 cent price increase. Sounds to me like he just wanted some attention. Kudos to you for sticking up for the employees! They should've gave you a free spicy chicken sandwich or something. 
Five cents?
increase apparently failed to notice that from the previous postage increase to that one, the price of gas had TRIPLED! Frankly, I was surprised they only raised it two cents, and was not surprised when another price increase happened a little while later.
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