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Okay, so I’m driving home from work tonight and thought, what the hell I’m hungry, I guess I’ll stop at McDonald’s and pick something up. Takes them 15 minutes to even say through the drive thru window, “May I take your order?”
My first question: Are you taking credit cards? Sometimes after midnight, they stop taking them, so I always ask beforehand.
Guy’s response: “Uh, hold on, I’ll have to check.” Then silence. For another five fucking minutes.
At this point, I’m getting pretty peeved at this. Then he comes back and says, “Yes sir, we are.”
As quickly as I could, I tell him what I want and drive around. There are three cars waiting. I’m trying to figure out where they came from because if I was waiting back there for 15 minutes and I was the only one there, what the fuck?
After another 15 minutes, I get up to the window. The guy, who’s wearing one of those shirts that says, “I must be some kind of manager because I have a button-up shirt,” takes my card and goes to the back. FOR ANOTHER FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES. I’m madder than 40 hells right about now.
Finally, he comes back with food in hand, opens the window and says, “Sir, when you asked about the credit card, I went back to ask and they said yeah. But they did something to the computer and it won’t let us take the card.”
I’m thinking great. Fan-fucking-tastic. I have no cash on me and I’ve wasted 30 plus minutes with this shit. Before I had a chance to say anything, he looks at me and says:
“It’s been one of those nights. Here you go man, you’re on me tonight.” He hands me the bag and I look at him with what I can only describe as my “I’m ashamed” face and say, “Are you sure?”
He again says you’re on me tonight and hands me back my card and shuts the window. So yeah, went from pissed off like a son of a bitch to feeling like a complete and total asshole in record time.
Okay, so I’m driving home from work tonight and thought, what the hell I’m hungry, I guess I’ll stop at McDonald’s and pick something up. Takes them 15 minutes to even say through the drive thru window, “May I take your order?”
My first question: Are you taking credit cards? Sometimes after midnight, they stop taking them, so I always ask beforehand.
Guy’s response: “Uh, hold on, I’ll have to check.” Then silence. For another five fucking minutes.
At this point, I’m getting pretty peeved at this. Then he comes back and says, “Yes sir, we are.”
As quickly as I could, I tell him what I want and drive around. There are three cars waiting. I’m trying to figure out where they came from because if I was waiting back there for 15 minutes and I was the only one there, what the fuck?
After another 15 minutes, I get up to the window. The guy, who’s wearing one of those shirts that says, “I must be some kind of manager because I have a button-up shirt,” takes my card and goes to the back. FOR ANOTHER FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES. I’m madder than 40 hells right about now.
Finally, he comes back with food in hand, opens the window and says, “Sir, when you asked about the credit card, I went back to ask and they said yeah. But they did something to the computer and it won’t let us take the card.”
I’m thinking great. Fan-fucking-tastic. I have no cash on me and I’ve wasted 30 plus minutes with this shit. Before I had a chance to say anything, he looks at me and says:
“It’s been one of those nights. Here you go man, you’re on me tonight.” He hands me the bag and I look at him with what I can only describe as my “I’m ashamed” face and say, “Are you sure?”
He again says you’re on me tonight and hands me back my card and shuts the window. So yeah, went from pissed off like a son of a bitch to feeling like a complete and total asshole in record time.
That’s kinda cool. I’d love to say that I wished something like that would happen to me, but waiting 30 minutes for food, albeit free, would still be a nuisance.
That’s kinda cool. I’d love to say that I wished something like that would happen to me, but waiting 30 minutes for food, albeit free, would still be a nuisance.
I am glad that you got free shit for your long wait. You shouldn’t feel like asshole, fuck that I wouldn’t.
Nice sig, UFollowMe.I am glad that you got free shit for your long wait. You shouldn’t feel like asshole, fuck that I wouldn’t.
Nice sig, UFollowMe.I agree with Darth. Don’t feel like a jackass. You WERE gunna pay with card, but I mean, the guy said something’s funky. Plus, you never actually said anything to make yourself LOOK like an asshole. To the guy, you’re probably a guy who waited till…whatever time it was that this happened to have fatty burgers and ass-the-size-of-rollercoaster-rides fries. Maybe a beer belly shake. (i hate mcdonalds. Bk is waaaaaaaaa(20mins…)aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(20Moremins…)aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better. Fatwise, and tastewise.) But I can’t blame you for eating there if there isn’t a single ‘raunt in like, half a mile. My dad does that. Plus at *whatevertime*, almost everything is closed, so…back to the point: You’re not an asswipe if you don’t make yourself look like one. Alright? (I’m a walkin therapist) That’s…twentybucks. For therapy reasons. HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT’D BE AWESOME? IF WE HAD SOS BUCKS! We could play games, and bet. all we really need is an arcade compatible for that, right? blackjack, poker, maybe texas hold’em…and a trade-in-sosbucks-for-free-porno-or-play-games-for-said-porno.
Anyway, you aren’t an asshole. And by how you act…I think you probably never could be one (you’re so nice)
Darth, on the other hand………….
I agree with Darth. Don’t feel like a jackass. You WERE gunna pay with card, but I mean, the guy said something’s funky. Plus, you never actually said anything to make yourself LOOK like an asshole. To the guy, you’re probably a guy who waited till…whatever time it was that this happened to have fatty burgers and ass-the-size-of-rollercoaster-rides fries. Maybe a beer belly shake. (i hate mcdonalds. Bk is waaaaaaaaa(20mins…)aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(20Moremins…)aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better. Fatwise, and tastewise.) But I can’t blame you for eating there if there isn’t a single ‘raunt in like, half a mile. My dad does that. Plus at *whatevertime*, almost everything is closed, so…back to the point: You’re not an asswipe if you don’t make yourself look like one. Alright? (I’m a walkin therapist) That’s…twentybucks. For therapy reasons. HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT’D BE AWESOME? IF WE HAD SOS BUCKS! We could play games, and bet. all we really need is an arcade compatible for that, right? blackjack, poker, maybe texas hold’em…and a trade-in-sosbucks-for-free-porno-or-play-games-for-said-porno.
Anyway, you aren’t an asshole. And by how you act…I think you probably never could be one (you’re so nice)
Darth, on the other hand………….
Oh, I’m sure Bing could tell everyone some stories …
But has be required by law not to do so, under penalty of nut-punches.
Oh, I’m sure Bing could tell everyone some stories …
But has be required by law not to do so, under penalty of nut-punches.
Frank wrote:… I’m madder than 40 hells right about now. …That is a nice turn of phrase right there. Like Octavious I don’t know why you’d feel bad about it though Frank, it’s really the least they can do after fucking you around so badly. Are you sure the guy wasn’t coming onto you? Was he batting his eyelids and flicking his hair like a shampoo commercial?
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