I Hate Fast Food
I usually don't eat fast food, but last night we were doing some shopping and it was getting too late to make dinner, so we hit a drive thru. I won't say which one, it's not important. As far as I'm concerned, they're all like this.
We get to the 2nd window, the one where you get the food. The girl in the window tries to hand me our drinks. I ask for a drink carrier.
"But I'd have to go to the back to get one."
"Um, OK."
How is that my problem, and why would that be something to deter me from getting a drink carrier that I obviously need? Was I supposed to say, "Oh, don't worry about it then. I'll somehow balance the drinks and drive stick at the same time!"
So she goes back to get one. A few minutes later she re-appears. Carrying one. Not a stack, not a handful, just one. Like drink carriers are a rare item and she's not going to need anymore for the rest of the night. Maybe she likes going to the back room. Maybe drink carriers are a valuable item and must be checked out one at a time? I don't know.
She hands me the bag and asks if there's anything else I need.
"Mustard please. Lots."
She hands me 3 lousy mustard packets.
"No, I want a lot. A whole bunch. Ketchup too."
A couple more packets of mustard, a smiddling of ketchup.
"Can I get more please? This isn't even near enough."
She looks at me like I'm crazy. WTF? The fast food industry is all about Super Sizing everything, but they don't want to give you the condiments to go along with it?
I hate fast food.
We get to the 2nd window, the one where you get the food. The girl in the window tries to hand me our drinks. I ask for a drink carrier.
"But I'd have to go to the back to get one."
"Um, OK."
How is that my problem, and why would that be something to deter me from getting a drink carrier that I obviously need? Was I supposed to say, "Oh, don't worry about it then. I'll somehow balance the drinks and drive stick at the same time!"
So she goes back to get one. A few minutes later she re-appears. Carrying one. Not a stack, not a handful, just one. Like drink carriers are a rare item and she's not going to need anymore for the rest of the night. Maybe she likes going to the back room. Maybe drink carriers are a valuable item and must be checked out one at a time? I don't know.
She hands me the bag and asks if there's anything else I need.
"Mustard please. Lots."
She hands me 3 lousy mustard packets.
"No, I want a lot. A whole bunch. Ketchup too."
A couple more packets of mustard, a smiddling of ketchup.
"Can I get more please? This isn't even near enough."
She looks at me like I'm crazy. WTF? The fast food industry is all about Super Sizing everything, but they don't want to give you the condiments to go along with it?
I hate fast food.

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