I know fast food is a no no, but once in a great while, I'll factor in a sandwich and *gasp* fries into my daily plan. This happens about once, maaaaybe twice a month.
The closest place to go is a BK right around the corner. If I want anything else, I have to drive off base. This place is NOTORIOUS for having you "pull around" so they can bring your order out to you. Every. Single. TIME. The last time it happened I waited 20 minutes !!!!! for them to bring the food out. And while *most* of the people working there are awesome, there are a few people who need some lessons in customer service.
So anyway, as a "treat" to myself (it's been stressful lately,and I've been good) I packed the little one in the car and headed for the drive-thru. I had on my favorite, 10 year old, wood-glue battered sweat pants, a hoodie and my hair was sloppily pulled back into a pony tail. Definitely NOT something I actually wanted to be seen in in public. (hence the drive-thru)
When I got there, the lady taking the order was polite enough, even though the intercom was cutting out. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, no mayo, fries and a small diet coke. My daughter had 4 pc chicken nuggets, applesauce and milk. Sure enough, I go to pick up my order and Gruffy McGrouch-pants is working the hand out window. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Good afternoon!
Gruffy: Did you have the kid's meal?
Me: A chic--(she cuts me off)
Gruffy: I mean a kids meal with nuggets and a milk. (she's got one hand on her hip and looks annoyed)
Me: Yes.
Gruffy: You need to pull around and we'll bring your stuff to you.
Me: Oh. Could you tell me how long it will be.
Gruffy: (stares at me for a second) Do you want ketchup or something?
Me: No, no thank you, but could you tell me how long it's going to take for my order?
Gruffy: (rolls eyes AND her head, turns to another worker) Can you get this woman her kid's meal? Get me a 4 pc nuggets meal. Hurry up.
Me: I just want to know how long it's going to be until my order is finished.
Gruffy: (still ignoring me) Where's my 4 pc?
Me: Nevermind. I'll come inside and get my food.
I sauntered into the fairly busy BK in all my sweat-pants-clad glory, and asked for the manager. I told her what happened and she said she'd take care of it. I know that working fast food isn't all that wonderful. I did it for 2 years in high school. But it's a JOB. It's not THAT BAD. Why shower your own bad attitude onto everyone you meet?? I just didn't want to end up waiting another 20 minutes for my order.
Edit: AND my fries are stale and my chicken sandwich has mayo. >: (