While driving from California to Idaho my Mom and I needed to eat. I very rarely eat at fast food places 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: “You are making this harder than it needs to be. Tell me this: what do I have to say or do to get 2 orders of chicken strips”?
HER: “There are 4 in a box will that be enough?”
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 Forrest Gumps sister.
Groundhog Day?