I used to think I was the only one that had issues with fast food. Than I learned that there is a breed of us in this world who just cannot get a break when it comes to specific things. God forbid I ever get decent service.
1) Braums. Tahlequah, Ok 74464
I order my 1/3 pound (seriously?) jalepeno jack burger. The waste of oxygen working the window is immediately unpleasant. I pull around. I can hear them cussing in the kitchen and being vulgar when she opens the window. Her name is Heather. She hands me my food. It is cold. I catch her attention to resolve this ordeal while remaining perfectly aware that the nasty little buggers are just going to nuke it, and then take opportunities to do something unspeakable to it. She takes my hammyburger, bitchrolls her eyes and tells me to pull up. I pull up. It is obvious that it is taking longer to get my food back than what is needed from a minute microwave job. I recieve my food from the failure in life wearing a blue apron with cigarette burns and semen stains all over it. I open my burger. It appears to have been sat on and raped. I wad the burger up, throw it at the store while driving off. Braums is good for their milk and cheese. That is all I use them for now.
2) Arby’s. Broken Arrow, Ok 74012
I was extremely hungry. I order a large curly fry, a triple cheese and bacon roast beef sammy with a super large sweet tea and their specialty pepperoni yummy bites. If any of you must know, I eat Arby’s like a freak. I tear into the bacon first, then roast beef, then bread, then fries, all with a ridiculous amount of horsey, arby, and 3 pepper sauce. I get my food. As I’m pulling around I note that the bag is about 2 lbs. lighter than what it maybe should be. I open bag and look inside. It looked like they purposely fisted me. I take a drink of my sweet tea and try to grasp onto the little bit of self control that is holding me back from kicking some fast food ass. My sweet tea is hot. I grab my shit and begin the walk to the door. As I remember back to my Braum’s experience I decide I’m going to stand there this time and be sure they don’t mess with anything. When I walked in the door carrying my bag, I maintained a smile and in a friendly relaxed calm voice….
“Excuse me sir, there seems to be a mistake, I understand you’re busy” (It’s 3pm on a Thursday, he was as high as Tina Turner and watching the roaches run around in absolute astonishment.)
He calls the boss over.
Boss, ” Yeah… Whats wrong with it?..”
“I got the wrong sammy, small plain fries, a hot sweet tea, 4 packets of ketchup, no sauce, and where’s my pepperoni yummies!”
I’m not lying one bit about this. This prick rolled his eyes at me. I quickly looked for something blunt to knight him with. He pulls my sammy out, looks at it, pitches it, grabs another sammy, throws cheese on it, slaps some bacon, wraps it and replaces it. He grabs another regular fry, and puts it in my bag because it doesn’t take an Arby’s employee to understand that 2 regular fries equals a big ass cup of wholesome curly q’s. He grabs my tea, dumps a quarter out, puts ice in it, gives it back. Throws some pepperoni yummy treats from under the heat lamp in my bag. Grabs a handful of sauces, shoves them down into my bag, and slides the bag back to me.
“What else do you want..”
I was gritting my teeth. it took every ounce of energy to run to the hardware store, buy a shovel, wait for him after work, parking lot mob him, bury him with my food. I’ve never been so pissed off. Good for nothing spineless, fast food piece of rotten shit. Mad that you work at Arby’s? Go to Blockbuster. Don’t like people? Mow yards.
Asshole ruined my yummies…
