rockinfayrose wrote:Unfortunately, at 6am before I catch the bus, the choices are either gas station coffee, donut shop (which I love but must limit so as to not become a cream puff) or putting up with the incompetance of Mickey D's
The McDonald's breakfast is worse for you than the donut so if becoming a cream puff is the worry, avoid the McDonald's and get the coffee and donut. Less calories, less expensive and less frustration.
Last spring I wrote an entire diatribe in a blog about horrible service. It was nearly every time I went out, and it was no matter where I went. You have to let go of the frunstration over it and turn it into a game.... go into any fast food joint and order something to be made differently than the monkeys are trained to make it and wait for mayhem. I recommend doing this when you
aren't in a rush though.
I'll tell the sour cream story because it's the worst one... I was getting a Steak Burrito Bol at Chipotle. I promise you people, I order it the same way every time, word for word for a very specific reason. Several Chipotle food fails taught me a lesson. So I give the same ingredient directions every time. Rice, black beans, steak, mild salsa (sometimes corn), "a really little bit of sour cream", and cheese. I make the thum/index finger an inch apart gesture when I say "really little bit of sour cream" because I KNOW my audience.
One particular evening, I gave that direction, and the girl was looking right at me when I made the gesture and said LITTLE bit.
She might as well have cement trucked that shit onto my food! I could see no food poking through, there was so much sour cream on it! It gets better.
I reacted.

I said - exact quote - "whoa, that is a
truckload of sour cream!" figuring she would get the point and make a new one (because I don't like to say "excuse me make a new one!" because I don't want a booger in it when I'm not looking). So here is what she does - now mind you, this is not cheese shreads or something than can be picked off. It's liquidy THIN sour cream. She uses a little plastic cup and her hand (gloved) to try and scoop liquid off of my food. Rhiannon witnessed this - she can tell I'm not exaggerating.

So we're both staring at her and finally her boss, or whoever it was told her to just stop, and make a new one.

I left going, "did that just happen!?"
