No fries in the bag?!!?Posted: July 18, 2012
As I pulled into the local Golden Arched fast food establishment I had a feeling something wasn’t going right in the world that day but I continued on into the drive-thru lane.
I placed my order which consisted of a few items: 20 piece Nuggets for the kids, 2 hamburgers for me, 1 cheeseburger for my wife, a medium Cherry Berry Chiller (my new obsession), and 1 large Fry for everyone to share (since no one ever seems to eat their own fries).
I pulled up to the 1st window (to pay). Total: $13.55. I gave the person 1 $10 bill, 4 $1 bills, and a nickel to try and make everyone’s life easier and get back 2 Quarters. This should have been my next sign to just pull away and consider my $14.05 a donation to educate the stupid of the world but I had people waiting for me at home. I’m not sure if the genius behind the register was just stunned that I could do such advanced mathematics right there on the fly or he had a dial-up modem for a brain. I swear it took him at least 2 minutes of staring at the register before he finally looked back at me and then the register and finally scrambled to gather up the advanced change that I should have received. Meanwhile the 3 vehicles ahead of me have already pulled up, received their orders, and pulled away, making me ‘that guy’ in line holding up the rest of the orders.
I pulled up to the pick-up window and was handed my Medium Chiller (only filled 3/4) and soupy as a pop. Figuring it was 99 degrees outside I didn’t protest TOO much, just a disapproving look.
“You’re order will just take another minute sir.”
Which makes me wonder how difficult of an order was it that I placed considering the advanced economic transaction I just pulled off at the prior window I would have thought they would have had time to cook a complete Thanksgiving meal already. Oh well, such is life.
2 minutes later I am handed a large bag and told “Have a nice day.”
I ask “Can I have some ketchup for my fries?” Which is odd since my usual question is simply “Can I have some ketchup please?” Another sign of things to come.
She looked at me like I just asked for the secret to life. “But you don’t have any fries in your bag sir.”
“I ordered a Large Fry. Here is my receipt.”
“Yes sir, but you don’t have any fries in your bag.”
A long pause accompanied with an awkward silence and then she handed over 5 ketchups.
The warning sirens were going off in my head like we were at DEFCON1. I pulled up as not to hold up the line any longer and opened the bag. Guess what I didn’t find? Just like Captain Obvious pointed out a moment ago “..no fries in the bag.”
So I pulled around and parked and went inside with my fry-less bag and my receipt. Walking up to the counter I said “I just went through the drive-thru lane and you shorted me a large fry.” Holding out the receipt and the bag.
One of the older, maybe 20 years old, turned and glared at Captain Obvious and said “I told you the fries for that order were in a separate bag!” Grabbing the bag and walking it over to me. Apolgizing the whole time.
“Well I told him ‘there were no fries in the bag’!”
Upon getting home and setting out the meal and replaying the whole ordeal to the family the icing on the cake: a cheeseburger in a cheeseburger wrapper with…wait for it….no cheese.
Well at least we ended up with ‘fries in the bag.’
Stupidity stikes again.