Burger King, Home Of The Surly
I’d like to start with an open question to owners of fancy cars:
Are you assigned a special A-hole license to drive an expensive car?
It seems to be the case, as I’m constantly cut off by these people in traffic. When I’m looking for a parking spot, I see them parked diagonally as to take up two spots in the middle of a crowded lot. I suppose it’s to protect your car from dings and dents? How much could this possibly work? Because I am not one quick to anger, and yet had I a baseball bat, I would have shattered your headlights and loved every moment of it. I find it hard to belive that of the one MILLION people in Chicago, you somehow avoided making one of them mad enough.
I’ll stop there.
I went to Burger King this weekend. Its been so long since I went there, it was almost surreal to go and order greasy, fatty food. Normally my fast-food adventures get me Wendy’s Chili.
Damn I love Wendy’s Chili.
I ordered my food, and went up to the pay window (it should be noted that ‘Trapped in the Drive-thru’ was stuck in my head). I reached into my wallet and pulled out a single, about to hand it to the cashier when I notice it’s not the twenty I thought it was. “Heh, that’s a single, that probably won’t cover it, huh?”
The man looks at me with a cold, dead stare that said, “Very effin funny, now give me the damn money.”
So I get him the money, get my change, and pull up to the next window. A girl there hands me my large Dr. Pepper, to which I thank her heartily, to which she scowls at me.
Though, in her defense, I can’t say it was a scowl at ME per se, she seemed to have a permanent scowl going.
She hands me my food soon after, “Thank you very much!” I say, because I’m an overly friendly bastard. Once again, she scowls. It should be noted that other than a bland “Burger King, can I take your order” and “$6.15″, nothing else was sent to me. I can’t say it would have been possible to feel any less welcome there.
I dunno, even when I was miserable at Wal-Mart, I was still friendly to the customers, at least as long as they were friendly to me.
Zel-kun out.