I very rarely eat fast food and maybe this is why.
A conversation I had with a Jack in the Box employee yesterday:
ME: “I’d like 2 chicken strips and 2 cokes.”
HER: “There are 4 chicken strips in a box.”
ME: “Oh sorry, I’ll have 2 ORDERS of chicken strips.” HER: “Do you want 4 or 2”?
ME: “2 orders”
HER: “But there are 4 in the box”.
ME: “OK let me try it this way... my mother is with me and she wants the chicken strips and I’d liked the chicken strips too.”
HER: “2? there are 4 in the box.”
ME: “I see, let me put it this way: we’ll eat somewhere else.”
She gives me a puzzled look and I walk away still hungry thinking I’ve just taken a part in an Abbott and Costello routine or had a brief encounter with Forest Gumps sister.
LOL. That is funny. Gotta be Abott and Costello.
This is why self-service ordering via a tablet device will soon become the norm.
My exodus from fast food was much simpler.
About 25 years ago, I was almost done eating a Whopper when I noticed a big, black, coarse and kinky pubic hair baked into the roll.
Obvious entendres aside, it was the last fast food I ordered.