You are from United States. Joe Pesci Only Told Us Half The Story
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Loading ...Joe Pesci only told us half the story in that Lethal Weapon movie. It’s the movie where he is complaining about the Drive-Thru experience. “They Fuck You At The Drive-Thru”. You know the rant.
You go to the drive through and they never get your order right. Well, it seems like never. Actually, they DO get the order right about 50% of the time. The other 50% of the time, something is wrong with the order.
Odd, when you think about it, really. I would think that if you’re going to screw up an order, then you would want to be screwing up an order of someone who is eating inside the restaurant. That way, when they discover that they got fucked, they could calmly go to the counter and get their order corrected. It’s an inconvenience, but a minor one.
When they fuck you at the drive-thru, however, it is usually later on when you discover that you got fucked. You get your food and then drive back home or to work or to wherever you were headed with your meal. You finally get to your destination and then realize that the food that you ordered is NOT in the bag that you’re holding. To correct the situation then, requires another drive back to the restaurant you just came from. Quite often, you don’t even have time for that crap.
As I said, that’s only half the story…
The other thing that really pisses me off about drive-thrus is their NEED to upsell me. I order a burger and a drink because I want a burger and a drink. If I wanted fries, I would have ordered them. Simple concept. Right? Not to the people running these places.
There must be some sort of standard training video that drills into the heads of the staff, the concept of upselling other items to me. That really doesn’t bother me. It’s inconvenient, but only in a minor way.
The thing that really bugs my ass about it is that they are rude about the upsell process. The person on the other end of that drive-thru speaker can’t even wait for me to finish placing my order before trying to sell me fries. In fact, they are SO concerned with selling me those fucking fries, and interrupting me to ask if I want them, that they inevitably have to ask me to repeat my order because they weren’t listening to me when I was ordering!
Here’s a tip for anyone who works in a drive-thru. Wait until I completely finish ordering. Then, and only then, ask me if I want more than I ordered. And, get my order right!
March 19th, 2006 at 4:37 pm
LOL…Thanks for the Edumucation! I highly doubt that your last warning to the kids running those drive thru’s are listening… or reading… probably because they don’t make enough to afford internet service
Just like posting in a forum… ctrl+A then ctrl+C (just in case the server drops) before you post… before you drive off… I always have them read back my order and check my bag… cause that $h!t pisses me off!
And don’t be a smart ass @ the order mic… they do spit in food…
Dude you should watch the movie “Super Size me” I watched that a yr ago… and I think I’ve had fast food 3 times since *only out of sheer necessity
NeO
March 19th, 2006 at 5:33 pm
I have seen the movie and it’s great. I try not to eat fast food, but my job forces me to. I am on the road a lot and brown bagging it is just not an option. It forces me into a strange schedule too. I sometimes eat lunch at 3 or 4.
I try to check everything in the bag, but unless I open the wrapper on the burger before leaving the drive-thru, it’s a crap shoot, literally!
March 20th, 2006 at 8:39 am
Want some payback? Next time, ask for a “what with ketchup” in a low mumble. When the attendant says “a what?” You say “Yeah, with ketchup.” They say “pardon me?” You say “A what with ketchup. ” They say “A what?” Yeah with kethup! You get the idea… kind of an Abbot and Costello drive thru routine.
March 20th, 2006 at 8:50 am
You want me to do what? Trapper? What?
That’s a good idea. I am reminded of the time I went through the drive-thru, ordered root beer with my meal and was told that they didn’t have any root beer left. In the most pathetic, disappointed voice I could muster, I said that I only came there for the root beer. Stunned silence from the other side of that speaker.