I had to run some errands, and I decided to stop at McD's for some lunch.
I pull into the drive-thru and it's one of those dual ones. I don't care for them because there's always the chance that they'll mess up your order or whatnot or think that you're the car behind you.
I get up to the first window and wait for the cashier to tell me my total.
Cashier: so you have a happy meal with nuggets and diet coke, right?
Me: no a #2 no onions and coke.
Cashier: oh. *long pause as she taps things on the screen* okay. *holds hand out as she gives me my total*
I pay and go up to the second window, where I get: a happy meal with nuggets and a diet coke.
Me: This is no my order.
Worker: What did you have?
Me: #2, no onions and a coke.
Worker: oh..um..hold on.
Worker walks off, I wait and wonder if it's just bad day all around. Worker comes back and tries once more to hand me the happy meal.
Me: No. Again, this is not my order. Can I please have what I ordered?
Worker: You can't change your order at the first window.
Me: I didn't change my order. I know what I ordered. *holds up receipt very clearly showing my #2, no onions and coke* THIS is what I ordered and I would very much like it please or for you to give me a refund.
Worker walks off again, and by this time a couple of cars start honking their horns. I'm getting really cranky because this is not only my lunch, but the first meal of the day for me.
Someone comes up, hands me a bag and a drink and slams the window shut. Seeing as the natives behind me are getting restless, I pull around to the parking lot and park to check my food.
I got:
2 cheeseburgers with onions, slathered in so much mustard and ketchup that if I'd taken a bite, it would have dripped down my shirt
A container filled 1/4 of the way with fries
And a diet coke.
So I went in.
Cashier: Can I help you?
Me: yes, I would like to speak to a manager and I would like a refund.
Cashier: okay. *yells out for a manager, and I step aside so she can help others*
It should be noted that there were a few others besides me in the restaurant who apparently went through the drive thru as well. So I wasn't the only one privy to the shenanigans of the drive thru crew.
The manager comes up and I explain how I tried to get my order, was told I had changed it, and even showed him the food being messed up. I wanted a refund because I did not feel that I would get what I wanted and that I was going to go to the Burger King down the street.
The manager refused, saying that I was stuck with my food and that was that.
Me: Alright, I suppose my bank will have something to say about this come Monday. *turns to another drive thru victim* would you mind giving my bank a statement saying that the manager refused to issue a refund due to his inability to manage his restaurant?
Manager: alright, here! take your damned money. now get out!
I left - maybe I was sucky, but dang it, this is the same place that a year ago shorted me change and made me wait an hour before they would count down the drawer to see that it was indeed over, all the while swearing I had my change.
The second sighting was on my way home at the grocery store.
Apparently the courtesy clerk felt it would be a good idea to put all the wine bottles in one bag, despite the protest of the customer ahead of me.
He lifted the plastic bag, and I could see the handle start to rip. Of course it was too late and crash! The look on the courtesy clerk's face was priceless.
I pull into the drive-thru and it's one of those dual ones. I don't care for them because there's always the chance that they'll mess up your order or whatnot or think that you're the car behind you.
I get up to the first window and wait for the cashier to tell me my total.
Cashier: so you have a happy meal with nuggets and diet coke, right?
Me: no a #2 no onions and coke.
Cashier: oh. *long pause as she taps things on the screen* okay. *holds hand out as she gives me my total*
I pay and go up to the second window, where I get: a happy meal with nuggets and a diet coke.
Me: This is no my order.
Worker: What did you have?
Me: #2, no onions and a coke.
Worker: oh..um..hold on.
Worker walks off, I wait and wonder if it's just bad day all around. Worker comes back and tries once more to hand me the happy meal.
Me: No. Again, this is not my order. Can I please have what I ordered?
Worker: You can't change your order at the first window.
Me: I didn't change my order. I know what I ordered. *holds up receipt very clearly showing my #2, no onions and coke* THIS is what I ordered and I would very much like it please or for you to give me a refund.
Worker walks off again, and by this time a couple of cars start honking their horns. I'm getting really cranky because this is not only my lunch, but the first meal of the day for me.
Someone comes up, hands me a bag and a drink and slams the window shut. Seeing as the natives behind me are getting restless, I pull around to the parking lot and park to check my food.
I got:
2 cheeseburgers with onions, slathered in so much mustard and ketchup that if I'd taken a bite, it would have dripped down my shirt
A container filled 1/4 of the way with fries
And a diet coke.
So I went in.
Cashier: Can I help you?
Me: yes, I would like to speak to a manager and I would like a refund.
Cashier: okay. *yells out for a manager, and I step aside so she can help others*
It should be noted that there were a few others besides me in the restaurant who apparently went through the drive thru as well. So I wasn't the only one privy to the shenanigans of the drive thru crew.
The manager comes up and I explain how I tried to get my order, was told I had changed it, and even showed him the food being messed up. I wanted a refund because I did not feel that I would get what I wanted and that I was going to go to the Burger King down the street.
The manager refused, saying that I was stuck with my food and that was that.
Me: Alright, I suppose my bank will have something to say about this come Monday. *turns to another drive thru victim* would you mind giving my bank a statement saying that the manager refused to issue a refund due to his inability to manage his restaurant?
Manager: alright, here! take your damned money. now get out!
I left - maybe I was sucky, but dang it, this is the same place that a year ago shorted me change and made me wait an hour before they would count down the drawer to see that it was indeed over, all the while swearing I had my change.
The second sighting was on my way home at the grocery store.
Apparently the courtesy clerk felt it would be a good idea to put all the wine bottles in one bag, despite the protest of the customer ahead of me.
He lifted the plastic bag, and I could see the handle start to rip. Of course it was too late and crash! The look on the courtesy clerk's face was priceless.
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