March 18, 2012 by Kim
The girl working the drive-thru window, at Jack in the Box, hates me.
…or hates her job.
…or just hates life in general.
It’s one of those three, for sure…
Might even be all the above
I really don’t like being hated, though
I did nothing notable to provoke her ire.
Wanna hear about it… hear goes.
Wow. I mean “here” goes. How embarrassing
So, our encounter began tonight… I had just finished up grocery shopping and I’d be damned if I was going to put away all those groceries and still have to create something for dinner.
So, after a brief conversation with the Hubs regarding his JitB preference… I was on my way.
and might I add that the previously mentioned conversation took place illegally on my cell phone… while I was in my car… driving
I’m kind of have some gangster tendencies… try not to be scured
So, anyways, I arrived in front of the menu board at the JitB drive-thru. I planned to order 2 Jumbo Jack meals for the older boys.
JitB is a tricky little establishment.
For the last 94 years a Yumbo Yack Combo has been a #1
If there was ANYTHING that was certain in this cruel backwards world it was the simple fact that if you ordered a #1 at JitB, you would soon be the recipient of your very own Jumbo Jack, fries and the beverage of your choosing
Consistency… It works
Well, as I stared at the menu board, I noted that a #1 was no longer a Jumbo Jack meal. I can’t even recall what meal currently resides in that coveted spot, now. Honestly, I doesn’t even matter. Jumbo Jack, you’ll always be #1 in my book.
Unfortunately JitB pays no mind to my book and I frantically searched the remaining combos in search of the displaced meal. It took a good 25 seconds for it to finally jump out at me… all sad and forlorn looking, on the second row.
Je-bus, JitB… you’re REALLY going to downgrade the freaking JUMBO JACK COMBO MEAL to the second freaking row?
Has Jack died, or something? This shit just ain’t right.
So I pulled forward to the second menu, prepared to place my order…
and just as 2+2=4 is imprinted into our brains… without thinking, I ordered 2 number 1s
I didn’t even realize my blunder, until I say the order come up on the screen…
Son of a ….
I quickly corrected myself, with a nervous apologetic laugh and proceeded with the rest of my order
My following execution was flawless
and I pulled forward, as directed.
and this is when I formally met the girl working the drive-thu window, at Jack in the Box, who hates me.
I wouldn’t have been able to guess it at first. It seemed like any standard transaction
She took my money, returned my change and receipt. She gave me my drinks. She gave me Dickie’s kids meal, while declaring “This bag is the kid’s meal” and then she handed me a second bag, bulging with food. “and that’s the rest of it”
and she scampered off.
Something about the second bag seemed kind of off and if there’s one thing I despise, it’s driving all the way home and realizing, in the familiarity of your own kitchen, that your order is royally jacked up.
I dug through the bag validating our order when it dawned on me…. my side salad was MIA
Shit… I could tell she was getting super busy, but that was a majority of my dinner, right there…
I got her attention and said that my side salad was missing.
As she approached the window I repeated myself, once she came into earshot… She mouthed the word “Oh” and tossed me a little plastic cup of red sauce and pivoted to retreat
Side salad… marinara sauce….
Yeah, not seeing it
I managed to get her attention, once again, before she propelled herself to the the front registers and she returned looking more than a little annoyed.
The “Yes?” that was directed towards me had an icy tone to it.
Taking note of the 25 cars that were now lined up behind me, I tried to relate to the hectic pace going on inside and not get irritated with her emerging crap-tastic attitude
Again, I repeated that I did not have the side salad that I ordered.
I said it nicely, I swear… I think I even tried to smile.
I briefly saw her eyes flash and her face cloud over… she spun around and paced away
Just as she left my view, I heard her angrily exclaim “FUUUUCK!!!” as she entered the kitchen area, where she was retrieving my forgotten salad
I can only be nice for so long.
Being nice time was over.
I tossed the stupid marinara cup thing back towards the window.
“Are you f@cking kidding me?” I yelled into the open window
“I already paid for that damned salad, don’t act like it’s f@cking putting you out to actually have to retrieve it!”
She then returned with my salad and without even looking at me pushed it out towards my awaiting hands.
Our level of irritation with each other, at this point, was pretty much equal
… and I drove away mad
Rule number 1: Don’t piss off the blogger because she will write about you…
Look, I get it… fast food is a crappy job. Been there, done that.
and I’m totally aware that some customers can be complete assholes.
But, if your customer is trying to be friendly… and attempting not to make that little portion of your work week a living Hell… don’t take that shit for granted….
and don’t be a bitch, just because you forgot my salad
…that I freaking already had PAID for
Oh, and put the damned Jumbo Jack combo back in it’s rightful place