Not… Done… Not Listening!
(I decide to go through the drive-thru of one of the local fast food restaurants. I used to work at this location, so I place my order as easily as possible, so the employee doesn’t have to ask 100 questions.)
Me: “Hi, I’d like a medium #4, with three egg rolls instead of the fries, and a Dr. Pepper with light ice, please.”
Employee: “Okay, that’s a #4 with onion rings and a small Diet Coke?”
(As she says this, the items start appearing on the order screen.)
Me: “Um, no. I’d like it with three egg rolls and a medium Dr. Pepper.”
(I see the onion rings disappear from the ordering screen, but the Diet Coke stays up there.)
Employee: “Okay, if your order looks correct, it’ll be—”
Me: “My order isn’t correct. I’d like a medium Dr. Pepper with light ice, not a small Diet Coke.”
(She finally rings up the correct drink.)
Employee: “Does your order look correct now?”
Me: “Yes, but I’m not done ordering. Can I get—”
Employee: “Your total will be—”
Me: *losing patience* “I’M. NOT. DONE. ORDERING. YET.”
(Silence from her while I gather my composure.)
Me: “Can I get two tacos with no taco sauce, please?”
Employee: *sigh* “Will that complete your order?”
Me: “Yes.”
Employee: “Your total will be [total] at the window.”
(The funniest part was that the person working the drive-thru was the manager! I was polite my entire time at the window, but she all but threw my change and food at me before mumbling a thank you and slamming the window shut. My fiancée, who was in the car with me, couldn’t stop laughing the entire time.)