A few more minutes pass, and we got our yummies. They forgot the extra small fry, so I go back for that. In the time it takes to get back to the table, my older beast discovers her burger is fully loaded. I bring it back with the receipt, and catch the guy who took the order standing out from the register talking with friends (I guess - they weren't in uniform). I motion for him to come here, and hand him the burger, reminding him he assured me he got the special order on it.
I get burger v2.0, and take it back. My daughter opens it, and yup, it's wrong. This time, it's plain. I take it back, this time, catching the manager. They added the pickles to the same burger (which I normally don't have a problem with, but it took them a while due to other orders, and it wasn't the hottest thing to start with).
Burger 3.0 was correct at least. I don't know why I let them talk me into going there. I really don't like the food, and we went next door to Sonic for shakes afterwards anyway.