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After a VERY bad morning including arguing with roommates and a terrible final, I wanted a lunch that would sky rocket me to euphoria. Thus, I went to Kewpee's. For those of you who do not live in the greater Lima, OH area, I pity you, because there are only 3 Kewpees left in America (that I am aware of) and they are all in Lima. They hand cook everything right in front of you on real grills and the burgers are freshly ground daily, USDA beef. DELICIOUS!
Well, I was in there, happily awaiting my double with cheese. I get it, find a booth and open my sammich and realize there is no cheese on it. I make a small grunt of disapproval but say nothing. One of the workers hears this and asks what's wrong. I tell her and she volunteers to fix it. I tell that it is ok, their food tastes to damn amazing to complain about. Plus, this is around lunch time for most workers, and they are always the busiest location, so I didn't want to be a bother. She smiles and apologizes again. I say it's ok and she continues her work. Insert redneck couple. They come in, order, and sit in the booth right next to mine. The man makes eye contact with me and smiles. Being the polite girl that I am I smile back. I then continue to eat my ambrosia while reading a book when redneck lady starts ranting about how they got her order wrong.
RL: What the fuck? This is wrong!
One of the workers comes over and asks her very politely what's wrong
RL: You're retarded worker got my order wrong. I want it fixed and I want it comped!
Now, this is bad. Why? Because there are actually a few mentally disabled people who work at this location. They are no were near to being stupid or incompetent (sp?) and do not deserve to be called that in ANY context. I actually knew a few of them and just gasped when she said this.
RL: *turns to me* what the fuck are you looking at? This has nothing to do with you bitch.
Hubby is not doing a thing to stop her. A bunch of people are now staring. I already had a bad morning and now she is ruining my afternoon. TIthera is NOT happy!
Me: Actually it does. I know <worker> personally and she is mentally handicapped and I am sure she does not appreciate you calling her retarded. Now, I was right here when you ordered you meal and did not hear you say you wanted that sandwich any way different than what it is. Now, if you don't like it here, then please leave so the rest of us can eat in peace. *death glare*
I hear some cheers from the back and the line of people waiting. She growls and leaves. I even got a free frosty for that one. Score.
Well, I was in there, happily awaiting my double with cheese. I get it, find a booth and open my sammich and realize there is no cheese on it. I make a small grunt of disapproval but say nothing. One of the workers hears this and asks what's wrong. I tell her and she volunteers to fix it. I tell that it is ok, their food tastes to damn amazing to complain about. Plus, this is around lunch time for most workers, and they are always the busiest location, so I didn't want to be a bother. She smiles and apologizes again. I say it's ok and she continues her work. Insert redneck couple. They come in, order, and sit in the booth right next to mine. The man makes eye contact with me and smiles. Being the polite girl that I am I smile back. I then continue to eat my ambrosia while reading a book when redneck lady starts ranting about how they got her order wrong.
RL: What the fuck? This is wrong!
One of the workers comes over and asks her very politely what's wrong
RL: You're retarded worker got my order wrong. I want it fixed and I want it comped!
Now, this is bad. Why? Because there are actually a few mentally disabled people who work at this location. They are no were near to being stupid or incompetent (sp?) and do not deserve to be called that in ANY context. I actually knew a few of them and just gasped when she said this.
RL: *turns to me* what the fuck are you looking at? This has nothing to do with you bitch.
Hubby is not doing a thing to stop her. A bunch of people are now staring. I already had a bad morning and now she is ruining my afternoon. TIthera is NOT happy!
Me: Actually it does. I know <worker> personally and she is mentally handicapped and I am sure she does not appreciate you calling her retarded. Now, I was right here when you ordered you meal and did not hear you say you wanted that sandwich any way different than what it is. Now, if you don't like it here, then please leave so the rest of us can eat in peace. *death glare*
I hear some cheers from the back and the line of people waiting. She growls and leaves. I even got a free frosty for that one. Score.
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