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I've morphed into the customer from hell.
I try to remember back those days (a few short months ago) when I was in retail.
But some people are just s.t.u.p.i.d. And lately, I aggitate far worse at stupidity than I have in the past.
Just little stupid stuff aggitates me. And mostly at fast food restaurants. And yes, I realize I've been going to fast food restaurants too much lately and have since cut back.
1) I realize that I may be asking for something that you may not always have cooked and ready to go, or that you had on your menu on special last week and may not be on special anymore.
So I ask, "Do you have an x available?" or "Is y still on special?"
I get a yes, EVERY TIME. (this happenned more than once, different restaurants....)
So. My pregnant craving gets all good and ready and mouth watering for the the item I'm longing for upon learning it's available.
So I give my whooooooooooooooooooooole order. What i want, what my husband want, something for the kiddo.
Make sure she gets it allllll right. With the mayo only on this, and no pickle on that, etc. she
Get to the end of the order. Invariably, the order is read all back to me to be sure it's correct....I'm like yeah!! perfect! all excited. 2 seconds later, the intercom tells me:
"OH. ma'am. We don't have any of those y's anymore." OR. "We don't have any x's." (Mainly whatever it was consisted the main bulk of my order.)
and it's stuff like that that my pregnancy hormones make me superpissed.
And it's always the laziness of the person who won't holler and ask some one whether they have x available or y still on special before going with your order. they always just spurt out an answer when they really don't know. (the line is never busy when I come through....I don't deal with busy restaurants. so that's nto usually an excuse.)
Like the other day. I ask for a chicken sandwich at mcdonalds. They have this huge gigantic poster with those new souther chicken sandwiches plastered in your face at the drivethru. So looking at that, I ask for the chicken sandwich, forgetting that they have about umpteen other kinds of chicken sandwiches as well. EVERYONE is ordering those new sandwiches, so shoot me if i forget to specify which one.
the lady knew this, when i get to the window. I suddenly remember that they have several different kinds of chicken sandwiches and realize that maybe i should have specified, so..I ask her if she rang me up for the new one. she's like, "oh, you didn't say, so I put you down for the $1 sandwich." THE ONE DOLLAR SANDWICH?????""" ugh.!! I'm too mfing hungry for the little $1 moutful, I want a REAL sandwich.
I tell her I wanted the other one. She basically shuffles me to the next window.
If i didn't specify which one I wanted, she could have asked me which one. I could have wanted the chicken club. i could have wanted the grilled. instead, these people around here are too lazy to offer basic customer services to find out what the customer wants.
and this stuff, ESPECIALLY involving my food is enough to make my blood boil. You dont mess with a pregnant woman's foood!!! it's just....not safe!!!!! i eat out far less...this is the much needed push to get me away from the addicting fast foods from heck.
I need my medication. But it's just little stupid stuff that people should know better that really pushes me over the edge lately. I know my hormones have a lot to do with it.