August 29th, 2006

I wonder

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So, nearing the end of a long ass drive we decided that seeing it was damn near 9 pm, the kid, my self and the husband have not had dinner yet decided to hit the Wendy's about ten minutes shy of home.

You know I understand if you are having a bad day Ms. Wendy's counter girl but just tossing my order in a bag, then shoving into my hands and say "Here's your fucking order fatass" is going to cause some serious problems....no job for starters. 

No love,
Me.

Why I Will Never Eat At This Taco Bell Again

One night I decided to take a break at work and go get some food - we still get paid if we eat there, but if we leave the building we have to clock out. Hence, we usually either bring a lunch or find a delivery option. Well, late at night, when I usually work, there aren't a lot of food options for delivery, and I was craving something really, really bad for me. So I went to Taco Bell, because I figured I could just run through the drive-thru and hurry back to work.

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Later that night I wrote an annoyed email to corporate. The next day I found two missed calls from that Taco Bell location on my cell, but they didn't leave a message. And a few days later I got a form letter with a coupon for two free Taco Bell items. So I guess I've been paid back, but I will definitely be redeeming that coupon at a different location.
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Service, please?

So my friend and I decided to partake in a little Pizza Hut this afternoon after our classes were finished up. We drive over, park, go inside and stand where the sign tells us to. A girl peeks her head out of the back, looks at us, and vanishes again. Five minutes later, she comes back out and seats us.

Just to be clear, there are three other groups eating. It is *not* busy.

She asks us what we want, but hasn't given us menus. We ask for some and she replies that they're out of them right now. Um...okay? So we decide on something, she takes that order and our drink order, and runs off.

She comes back fifteen minutes later and plops down two paper cups. "Sorry," she mumbles. "We're out of the regular glasses."

We assure her that's fine and she leaves again.

At this point, I'm going to point out we're the only white patrons in the restaurant at the moment. The entire staff is black, including our waitress.

A group of girls come in, also black, and the waitress greets them with menus and seats them. They order and she brings them out drinks in the regular glasses. Some time passes and they receive the two pizzas they ordered.

By this time, we're tired of waiting for our waitress to grace us with her presence again. I get up and refill our drinks myself, as she hasn't bothered to do it the entire meal. While I'm there, I grab some silverware and napkins that we also weren't given.

Twenty minutes later she returns with our pizza and plops it down. She does not bring us plates to eat it from. When we request them, she says that they're out. My friend asks for some extra marinara sauce. She is told there is a $0.42 charge for it and she's cool with that. The waitress brings back one of those small plastic containers, filled only 1/4 of the way with sauce, and runs off again.

We ordered stuffed crust. We got thin crust. We ate it anyway.

She came back to drop off the tab and we requested a box. We had half a pizza left and she brings us back one of the very small boxes. We stuff it in anyway. I go get us some more to drink, as she hadn't even glanced at our empty paper cups.

We started to leave and the waitress sarcastically calls out to us, "White people always tip soooo great." (We left $2, on a $17 meal - one that we hardly received service for). My friend, who delivers pizzas for a living, turns and just laughs at her.