Fast Food Frustrations…
Ξ August 30th, 2007 | → 6 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
They all do it, don’t tell me they don’t!
We have a place here in Brighton that is called, Tacos Rapidos, which with my limited understanding of Spanish, means Fast Tacos?
They are not!
First of all, I know that ALL fast food establishments buy from the same speaker vendor that is akin to one of those voice boxes that people wear when they’ve had one too many cigaretts for the past 50 years. Couple this with a heavy Spanish accent and you have a fast food experience like none other!
Now Jeanie claims that it is one of the greatest Mexican restaurants in Brighton, I personally, raised in Northglenn in the 60’s and 70’s am more of a Taco Bell man myself. Hey, I was raised with the white man. And Tacos Rapidos is a great place to eat, as long as it’s drive through, going inside is another adventure entirely. But it is definitely NOT fast food. The sign out front says: Tacos Rapidos, Mexican Fast Food. Some frustrated patron took a red magic marker and went to work, it now reads: Tacos Rapidos, Mexican Fast Slow Food.
Fast Food Frustrations…
Who was it that got people started handing back change at drive up windows with the bills on the bottom and the coins on top so that they slide off into the drive through lane? I’m only using my left arm here, people! And I’m right handed! Are they affraid now to touch our skin?
At one of our Wendy’s, we have two now, we’ve hit the big time; the person taking the money in the morning is the same person who is slicing the onions for… whatever? So when she hands the money to you, she is still wearing her rubber gloves covered in onion juice. Now I like onions, but not riding around in my wallet all day. Isn’t that a health violation anyway?
Take Time To Test!
I always peel off my straw wrapper and cram it in that breakout that is never quite cut all the way through, so it usually bends my straw, but I take a sip anyway while I’m still at the window. There is nothing more frustrating than being 10 minutes late for work, pulling back onto the street and chugging your Diet Coke (I wish it was Diet Pepsi) and finding that it is really Fat Coke or even worse, Fat Dr. Pepper! I then glance in my rear view mirror and see that the line of cars stretch around the building waiting for their fast food mistakes and I have to drive around the block and get back in line!
So, Take Time To Test!
Even if that construction worker guy behind you is glaring down from atop his Dodge Ram with the doulies on the back.
And you better glance in the bag too. I’ve gotten construction worker’s Double Man Pleasin’ meal before, instead of my Hamlette sandwich. Of course, if his order is better than your’s, just drive away and don’t say anything, live the the Fat Coke.
And reciprocally, do you want to eat your Big Mac and Fries once construction worker has grabbed it, pawed through it, found out that it’s not his Quarter Pounder with Cheese and handed it back through the window? God forbid that he would have already done the taste test on YOUR Diet Coke and returned it! That minimum wage staffer’s not going to put forth the effort to pour you a new one.
And what’s with these dual ordering screens at McDonalds? So we can have faster service? “Pick either lane” the sign reads, so I do and invariably I wait and wait and wait some more, to either find out that the speaker is ”Out of Order” and the notebook paper sign blew away; or Mr. BMW that pulled up seven minutes AFTER me gets to order first because Onion Chopping Lady wasn’t paying enough attention to that black and white split screen monitor!
I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a trick propogated by The Man!
Do they HAVE to have a school bell at Long John Silvers with a rope that reaches to the toddler level?
And what about item overkill? Why are there so many things on the Taco Bell menu when they are ALL the same ingredients?
Why does the voice come on the drive up speaker before you even have your window down?
And why a recorded message now? You get a guy’s voice welcoming you and a lady’s repeating your order? Are people getting tired of taking the time to say: Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?
Where’s the personal touch? Where’s the person that really cares if your Egg Biscuit has bacon instead of sausage? Pay attention! You’re in fast food for heaven’s sake, it’s not rocket science!
Of course, with all those McDonalds employees running around with wireless headsets on now…maybe it is?