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I don't believe I have posted before, so please let me know if something is amiss.
We have a 'king of meat-on-a-bun' at the corner that I refuse to go to anymore, and here's why:
They've always had minor issues, but not enough to bother about (it is >$10 a meal) except for the last. I ordered my usual chicken sandwich, and a double signature meal for the hubby with cheese and bacon. Those cost extra. I'm in the drive through and I live 2 minutes away, so I head home. Serve up, sit down, open sandwiches. Hubby has a signature meal. No double, no cheese, no bacon. He tells me not to bother, I know that the meal he has won't fill him, and I paid for what I ordered. So I pack it up and go back.
Talk to the manager and she sends the sandwich back. Not even a fresh bun. Wait a few minutes, she apologizes, sandwich comes back. I check just to be sure.
No cheese or bacon. Now I'm pissed. But I'm calm. She sends it back again, and I can hear the men (not teenagers) in the kitchen laughing. They are not taking her seriously at all. She's really apologetic now, but I tell her in all seriousness, 'once is a mistake, now they are just petty. I can hear them laughing. My dinner is at home getting cold.I hate to say, but I won't be back.'
I never did go back. If Hubby is craving, I drive farther up the street.
We have a 'king of meat-on-a-bun' at the corner that I refuse to go to anymore, and here's why:
They've always had minor issues, but not enough to bother about (it is >$10 a meal) except for the last. I ordered my usual chicken sandwich, and a double signature meal for the hubby with cheese and bacon. Those cost extra. I'm in the drive through and I live 2 minutes away, so I head home. Serve up, sit down, open sandwiches. Hubby has a signature meal. No double, no cheese, no bacon. He tells me not to bother, I know that the meal he has won't fill him, and I paid for what I ordered. So I pack it up and go back.
Talk to the manager and she sends the sandwich back. Not even a fresh bun. Wait a few minutes, she apologizes, sandwich comes back. I check just to be sure.
No cheese or bacon. Now I'm pissed. But I'm calm. She sends it back again, and I can hear the men (not teenagers) in the kitchen laughing. They are not taking her seriously at all. She's really apologetic now, but I tell her in all seriousness, 'once is a mistake, now they are just petty. I can hear them laughing. My dinner is at home getting cold.I hate to say, but I won't be back.'
I never did go back. If Hubby is craving, I drive farther up the street.
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