Problem was I asked for salt.
The dumb ass who took my order - which was to go - left the salt and pepper out of the bag. I always check because I am taking the food out from the drive-thru but I am planning to share it with my friends at the park. So we need condiments. Ya know?
So I ask the dumb ass for salt and pepper. No critscism, no complaint, no "Hey you stupid shit! You left out the salt and pepper!". Just a simple request from a customer. The tag-wearing asshat says "Oh you want a Dr. Pepper? We don't have that here."
Realizing that I was dealing with a person whose cognitive abilities rank only slightly higher than a mouth-breathing shopping cart attendant, I attempted to explain what I wanted. Three times. Finally, the asshat called the manager over himself and tells him "This woman wants something, but I can't understand what she wants." The manager, whose mastery of the English language was almost as good as that of a talking parrot or a gorilla wearing one of those "talking" devices, immediately assessed the problem and decided to offer me assistance in Spanish.
I explained that I only wanted salt and pepper. The manager said "We don't have the Dr. Pepper here." in a the manner of the Mexican bandito speaking to Humphrey Bogart in Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Resorting to the universal language of gestures, I mimmicked shaking a salt shaker. The manager and his minion stared at me in near disbelief, as though I had gone mad. Then, with a display of patience and forebearance unequaled in any of the revealed writings, I slowly explained to the manager, in Spanish, what it was I wanted. He now smiled broadly in seeming comprehension and produced half a dozen packets of hot sauce.
After drawing a picture - quite a realist artist rendering if I do say so myself - one of the other workers (who, from her vast size had obviously already been promoted to product sampling and quality control and definitely a candidate for a managment spot) recognized the mysterious items and produced them.
As I was about to make my way to the exit - with now cold food in hand - and having decided not to say anything else, I was amazed when the manager approached me and whispered "These people they don't get the money here. Just the minimum. You know so you can't expect anything from them."
I said nothing, choosing instead to make another universally known gesture involving a single finger before taking my leave - and my greasy bag - out the door.
Why do people think that because they get low wages they don't have to do anything? Why does low wage managment think this is ok? Why can't I get any #%&%@#$ salt and pepper? Why? WHY???
The low wage manifesto that's why!
One of my favorite (original) sayings is this
"When you retire from a job, you have 40 years of experience. When you retire from a profession or career, you have 40 years of experiences."
And to think they now want $15 per hour for this kind of "service".
KPissed - Don't even get me started on the idea of what "fast food" means.