They've been around for at least 20 years, and some places even longer than that.
After getting word from a client that they want their hat remade while I was at the fabric store, I decided to breeze through a drive through on my way home. Y'know, sort of a gastroenterological apology to myself (though as infrequently as I eat fast food these days, I may need a calcium carbonate apology later).
So King of Burgers it is! I'm in line behind an Impala with two older folks inside (I know this because the curve of the line allowed me to see into the car at one point). When its finally Impala's turn, she breezes right past the speaker. I get a sinking feeling.
So I order at the speaker: A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke. My total is $2.94 and I pull around.
Impala drives away from the first window after handing over money and I cheerily think "Oh, she just ordered at the window, cool" and pull up.
Cashier: "$4.91 please."
Me: "Uhm, no, my total was $2.94."
Cashier: "What did you have?"
Me: "A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke."
Cashier: "What? Hold on." and she's off to investigate.
As I wait, I realize what happened. Impala lady forgot to order. I'm staring at her car at the second window and watching her take my bag of food, look into it, then start waving her bat wing arm at the window to get attention. (My cat just burped at me, btw) I'm thinking "Well of course your food is wrong, you never ordered!"
Cashier returns: "What did you order?"
Me: "A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke. Let me guess, the lady ahead of me never actually ordered."
Cashier: "No, she paid for your food and is complaining now."
Me: "I had a feeling that's what happened when she blasted past the speaker." So I pay my $2.94 and proceed to the second window where the manager greets me.
Mgr: "Hi there, sorry about that. Did you have the Whopper Junior?"
Me: "No, I had a single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke."
Mgr: "Ok, so sorry about that. The lady in front of you hadn't ordered at the speaker."
Me: "Yeah, I watched her drive past."
The manager departs and rather quickly returns with a bag of food and my drink. I'm a tad concerned.
Me: "Is this the sandwich you handed her?"
Mgr: "No, I threw that one out. This is a new one."
Me: "Cool, thanks." I take my artery clogging goodness and depart.
Sadly, at the traffic light after plunging my straw eagerly into my medium Diet Coke I discover that it's not a medium Diet Coke afterall, but a Medium Regular Coke. So I turn back into the strip mall lot, pull up to the King of Burgers, park, go inside and dump out the regular Coke and fill up with Diet Coke. They were a tad busy, so I figured I'd just let them sort out that little screw up left by the Impala and be on my way.
Back out in my car I take a second to sip gleefully on my Diet Coke before unwrapping my sandwich, eager for melty cheese and bacon. Instead I found a Whopper Junior. Well, whatever. I'll just eat it. And it was delicious, even without the bacon.
I have to wonder though, what the Impala woman was thinking when she drove right past the speaker. Was she having a brain fart moment, or had it been *that* long since she'd been through a drive-thru that she didn't realize that the little box every car ahead of her had stopped at was an important step in acquiring speedy food?
After getting word from a client that they want their hat remade while I was at the fabric store, I decided to breeze through a drive through on my way home. Y'know, sort of a gastroenterological apology to myself (though as infrequently as I eat fast food these days, I may need a calcium carbonate apology later).
So King of Burgers it is! I'm in line behind an Impala with two older folks inside (I know this because the curve of the line allowed me to see into the car at one point). When its finally Impala's turn, she breezes right past the speaker. I get a sinking feeling.
So I order at the speaker: A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke. My total is $2.94 and I pull around.
Impala drives away from the first window after handing over money and I cheerily think "Oh, she just ordered at the window, cool" and pull up.
Cashier: "$4.91 please."
Me: "Uhm, no, my total was $2.94."
Cashier: "What did you have?"
Me: "A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke."
Cashier: "What? Hold on." and she's off to investigate.
As I wait, I realize what happened. Impala lady forgot to order. I'm staring at her car at the second window and watching her take my bag of food, look into it, then start waving her bat wing arm at the window to get attention. (My cat just burped at me, btw) I'm thinking "Well of course your food is wrong, you never ordered!"
Cashier returns: "What did you order?"
Me: "A single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke. Let me guess, the lady ahead of me never actually ordered."
Cashier: "No, she paid for your food and is complaining now."
Me: "I had a feeling that's what happened when she blasted past the speaker." So I pay my $2.94 and proceed to the second window where the manager greets me.
Mgr: "Hi there, sorry about that. Did you have the Whopper Junior?"
Me: "No, I had a single BK stacker and a medium Diet Coke."
Mgr: "Ok, so sorry about that. The lady in front of you hadn't ordered at the speaker."
Me: "Yeah, I watched her drive past."
The manager departs and rather quickly returns with a bag of food and my drink. I'm a tad concerned.
Me: "Is this the sandwich you handed her?"
Mgr: "No, I threw that one out. This is a new one."
Me: "Cool, thanks." I take my artery clogging goodness and depart.
Sadly, at the traffic light after plunging my straw eagerly into my medium Diet Coke I discover that it's not a medium Diet Coke afterall, but a Medium Regular Coke. So I turn back into the strip mall lot, pull up to the King of Burgers, park, go inside and dump out the regular Coke and fill up with Diet Coke. They were a tad busy, so I figured I'd just let them sort out that little screw up left by the Impala and be on my way.
Back out in my car I take a second to sip gleefully on my Diet Coke before unwrapping my sandwich, eager for melty cheese and bacon. Instead I found a Whopper Junior. Well, whatever. I'll just eat it. And it was delicious, even without the bacon.
I have to wonder though, what the Impala woman was thinking when she drove right past the speaker. Was she having a brain fart moment, or had it been *that* long since she'd been through a drive-thru that she didn't realize that the little box every car ahead of her had stopped at was an important step in acquiring speedy food?
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