StillCrazy
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doesn't exist is St. Mary's County! Here's my rant.
At 1pm today, rebeka and I decided to have some fast food lunch. Simple enough, by 1:15pm the big crowd should have passed through. So we decided to have a couple of those spicy chicken sandwiches from Wendy's.
We jumped in the car and drove to the nearest Wendy's, in California, near Wal-Mart. We walked in and took a quick look around. Not too busy. We would be next in line to give our order. I didn't give much thought to the two couples that were already waiting for there order. And I missed to guy who was trying to get the correct condiments on his sandwiches.
Anyway, we waited for our turn. Waited some more....waited a bit longer. Then couple before us we told, "just a minute, please". And we waited some more. Turns out the couple that was waiting for food had ordered seven sandwiches. It was more than the counter folks could handle, so I’ll give 'em some slack for that.
Everyone on the other side of the counter (except one) was moving slower than a crippled snail. At least one was mumbling to themselves. Finally, the seven-sandwich couple and the couple ahead of us got their food. 1:35pm, now it was OUR turn.
"Two spicy chicken sandwiches please", I requested.
"That will take six minutes", was the reply.
"huh?".
"That will take six minutes, do you want to wait?"
"No, that's ok. I don't have the time". We turned around, and now I was mumbling to myself. This has been my same experience the past three times I've visited that Wendy's. As we walked out, I vowed never to return. It was time to put my foot down. Off to McDonald's at San Souci.
So, we get to Micky D's. We were gonna be next in line. Deja Vu all over again! Again, we looked around. One customer waiting for food. One customer ahead of us. The gal waiting for food looked as if she had been waiting since breakfast. If you looked closely, you could see the steam rising from her head.
We looked over at the fryer. rebeka commented, "at least the fries will be hot". And I replied, "I don't see a basket handle", doesn't look to me like they are cooking fries". And they were not, not until after we placed our order. In the meantime, the six cars in the drive thru were just burning gasoline.
Nothing against high schoolers (one lives with me), but this store looked like it was being run by them. No manager type in site. These folks seemed to be competing with Wendy's for "slowest fast food worker" award.
The kid who took our order acted like he was doing me a favor. Of course, he was dressed in typical McDonald's-required dress - a shirt that looked like it needed an oil change and a hat jerked around the side of his head - giving off that inspiring "welcum t da' hood" message. The whole counter experience had us geared for the worst.
By 2pm, rebeka and I were finally sitting down to eat our Big Macs and fries. As it turned out, the food was pretty good, not sloppily made, and the fries were hot. Fifteen minutes later we were heading home. Altogether, fast food - in under an hour and a half.
All I expect from a fast food place is semi-fast service, in a clean (not sparkling - just clean) place, without an attitude from the employees. Oh, and the food should be available and properly prepared. That's it! That's what they are in business to do! I used to do this for a McDonalds in '70. Why can't it be done today?
Anyone have a similar experience to share?
At 1pm today, rebeka and I decided to have some fast food lunch. Simple enough, by 1:15pm the big crowd should have passed through. So we decided to have a couple of those spicy chicken sandwiches from Wendy's.
We jumped in the car and drove to the nearest Wendy's, in California, near Wal-Mart. We walked in and took a quick look around. Not too busy. We would be next in line to give our order. I didn't give much thought to the two couples that were already waiting for there order. And I missed to guy who was trying to get the correct condiments on his sandwiches.
Anyway, we waited for our turn. Waited some more....waited a bit longer. Then couple before us we told, "just a minute, please". And we waited some more. Turns out the couple that was waiting for food had ordered seven sandwiches. It was more than the counter folks could handle, so I’ll give 'em some slack for that.
Everyone on the other side of the counter (except one) was moving slower than a crippled snail. At least one was mumbling to themselves. Finally, the seven-sandwich couple and the couple ahead of us got their food. 1:35pm, now it was OUR turn.
"Two spicy chicken sandwiches please", I requested.
"That will take six minutes", was the reply.
"huh?".
"That will take six minutes, do you want to wait?"
"No, that's ok. I don't have the time". We turned around, and now I was mumbling to myself. This has been my same experience the past three times I've visited that Wendy's. As we walked out, I vowed never to return. It was time to put my foot down. Off to McDonald's at San Souci.
So, we get to Micky D's. We were gonna be next in line. Deja Vu all over again! Again, we looked around. One customer waiting for food. One customer ahead of us. The gal waiting for food looked as if she had been waiting since breakfast. If you looked closely, you could see the steam rising from her head.
We looked over at the fryer. rebeka commented, "at least the fries will be hot". And I replied, "I don't see a basket handle", doesn't look to me like they are cooking fries". And they were not, not until after we placed our order. In the meantime, the six cars in the drive thru were just burning gasoline.
Nothing against high schoolers (one lives with me), but this store looked like it was being run by them. No manager type in site. These folks seemed to be competing with Wendy's for "slowest fast food worker" award.
The kid who took our order acted like he was doing me a favor. Of course, he was dressed in typical McDonald's-required dress - a shirt that looked like it needed an oil change and a hat jerked around the side of his head - giving off that inspiring "welcum t da' hood" message. The whole counter experience had us geared for the worst.
By 2pm, rebeka and I were finally sitting down to eat our Big Macs and fries. As it turned out, the food was pretty good, not sloppily made, and the fries were hot. Fifteen minutes later we were heading home. Altogether, fast food - in under an hour and a half.
All I expect from a fast food place is semi-fast service, in a clean (not sparkling - just clean) place, without an attitude from the employees. Oh, and the food should be available and properly prepared. That's it! That's what they are in business to do! I used to do this for a McDonalds in '70. Why can't it be done today?
Anyone have a similar experience to share?