A Nice Wrong Turn

, , , , | Right | March 14, 2019

(I’m the customer that is in the wrong here. I’m heading home from work and am heading towards a burger place to get something to eat. However, without realizing it, I turn into the wrong spot and pull into the drive-thru of a well-known chicken-only place, instead, and, despite them giving me their usual greeting, it doesn’t click.)

Me: “Yes, I’d like a [Hamburger] with extra che—“

Order Taker: “I’m sorry, we don’t have hamburgers here.”

Me: “Huh? Isn’t this [Burger Place]?”

Order Taker: “No, I’m sorry this is [Chicken Place].”

(I glance at the menu and the clearly-indicated speaker box that has the name of the chicken place on it.)

Me: “Oh, s***. I’m so sorry. I guess I turned the wrong way without realizing it.”

Order Taker: “It’s okay. Would you still like to place something to order?”

Me: “Yeah, but give me a few moments, I don’t eat here that often…”

(I place my order and pull up to the window.)

Cashier: *repeating my order* “That’ll be [price].”

(I pay up and wait for the order to be made.)

Me: “Yeah, I’m so sorry about that; I didn’t even realize that I had made the wrong turn and…”

Cashier: “Don’t worry; you were actually one of the nicest wrong turn people we’ve had in a while.”

Me: “I am?”

Cashier: “Yeah, you didn’t try to curse our ears out, for starters. Instead, it sounded like you were cursing at yourself there.”

Me: *chuckling* “Yeah, and sorry, again.”

Cashier: “Don’t worry. Your food should be out in a moment or two.”

(She closes the window and I see her grabbing something from just out of my view before taking another order. Once it’s ready, I notice there’s a pair of cookies in the bag.)

Me: “Oh, I didn’t order—“

Cashier: “It’s okay; have a blessed day.”

(She closed the window and I drove off. Every so often, I still go there, and for the first two or three visits after that, that cashier gave me a cookie or a drink. Makes me wonder how many times they’ve been cursed at by wrong turn people.)

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