BK: “Would you like to try a Whopper value meal today? Order when ready.”The next thing anyone should expect is the amount that’s due and maybe a pleasant thank you. Oh no. Not here. I’ve been here enough times that I knew what was coming next:
Me: “Yes I would. I’d like a number one, small. Make the drink a coke, no ice. That’s all.”
BK: “You said a number one?”
BK: “Would you like cheese on that?”
BK: “Small, medium, or large?”
Me (annoyed): “Small.”
BK: “And you said, ‘no ice,’ right?”
Me (with a death grip on my steering wheel): “No ice.”
I hold my breath for a second because maybe this time they’ll ask if I want onion rings instead of fries.
BK: “Okay, that’ll be five-blah blah blah. Please pull around.”It never fails. I don’t get this shit from McDonalds in my town. Hell, sometimes they’re telling me my amount due as, “that’s all,” are tumbling past my lips. With this Burger King, not only do I have to repeat my order… I have to walk them through it step by step.
You know, at least I’m not the asshat placing special orders for the four other people in his or her car.