Finger Lickin’ Bad
I work at a fast food place that sells chicken. Grilled chicken, chicken tenders, and boneless or traditional wings are our only options, and it states so on the giant sign outside.
Me: “Welcome to [Fast Food Place]; will this be for here or to go?”
Tourist Wife: “To go. We’ve never been here, so we’ll need a moment.”
Me: “Of course! If you have any questions about the menu, please ask me. But our most popular meal is the plate.”
Tourist Husband: “No, do you have any bucket deals? We have to bring it back to four kids.”
Me: “We have a twenty-piece finger or wing box.”
Tourist Wife: “No he means like real chicken.”
Me: “Um… You mean thighs and legs and such as that?”
Tourist Wife: “Yes, like Kentucky-fried chicken?”
I give directions to KFC.
Me: “Or there is a place like Popeye’s right there.”
Tourist Wife: “No, we’re in Kentucky. We want real Kentucky-fried chicken, not these fake chicken fingers.”
I’m at a loss. I have no idea where to find “real chicken” this time of night, and I don’t even think if we have a place like that in town.
Me: “I really do apologize. I’m afraid there is no real Kentucky chicken here. Our company is based out of [Another Southern State]. I assure you, though, that the chicken we do have is the best in the industry, delivered fresh daily and made right every time.”
Tourist Husband: “I think we’re done here. I can’t feed my kids fake chicken.”
Me: “Well, have a safe trip and good luck!”
Manager: “What was that about?”
Me: “How dare you?! Trying to pass off fake chicken as real? For shame!“
Manager: “Uh, chicken tenderloin is real chicken.”
Me: “No. It’s not real unless it has bones in it and is fried by the ghost of Colonel Sanders himself!”
Manager: “Did you direct them to KFC?”
Me: “Not Kentucky enough.”
Manager: “…”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?