The Big Gunnzbowski
Damas y Caballeros...
Ok... Let me start by saying that if you work in the Fast Food Industry and are decent at your job, this is not meant for you. If you are, however, a mouth-breathing fucking moron, read this slowly and carefully...
How fucking hard is your job? Why is it that every time I go to your establishment, at least 1 of the items on my order is fucking screwed up?? If I order a Big Mac with no lettuce and extra sauce, I get extra lettuce and no sauce... If I order a Steak Grilled Stuft Burrito, I get Chicken... If I order a Large Coke with very little ice, I get a cup full of ice with almost no Coke... Don't you have to have at least the reading level of a 6th Grader to work in these places? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT?!
Today, I get off of work... Mind you, my whole week has been shit so far, but I'm tired, I don't wanna cook, I stop at KFC on my way home... Very simple order... a LARGE Double Down combo with pepsi and Famous Bowl with NO corn. Please, reply to this message if this is too difficult... The girl reads my order to me... "Hmmm...sounds right! That's exactly what I said to her!", I say in my head. I pull up to the window, wait for 3 minutes for the giggling and bullshitting to stop before she comes to the window, and hands me a MEDIUM cup. I ask her (knowing damn well that it's a medium) "Is this a large?"
"No, the meal comes with a medium", she responds.
"I ordered a Large..."
"Oh..."
Off she disappears for another 3 or 4 minutes...which blows my mind, because the soda machine is RIGHT next to the window... She finally comes back...
"We don't have any fries, it's gonna be about 2 or 3 minutes...unless you want a different side..."
"Mashed Potatoes and Gravy is fine", I say...
So, after this 12 minute long adventure is over, I head home...
I eat my sandwich and mashed potatoes, knowing all along that the Famous Bowl is going to be my midnight snack... Here I sit, watching an old episode of "Lost", so I can get caught up and I decide to heat up my famous bowl...
I put it in the microwave, cook it up nice and hot, take it out, and off to the couch I go. I hit play, dip the spoon into the bowl and take a bite...and guess what I taste... CORN! The initial rage is enough to make me want to kick the dog, but hey... It wasn't his fault. That poor chihuahua is fucktons smarter than the future high school dropout that put this disaster of a bowl to-fucking-gether... I go to the sink and start fishing through this bowl to get any remaining stragglers out of the way, but to my horror, i notice that all around the inside perimeter of this bowl, is a fucking army of kernals, hidden in the gravy, tucked into the mashed potatoes... Now...This is my question:
Did they make those little screens that hang above the food prep stations too fucking hard to read since I was a teenager? Did the guy who trained this ****e secretly hate his job? I'm not employed there, but I can almost see what the screen told this cunt: 1 Famous Bowl ; No Corn.
I'm looking into this bowl and the formula looks mighty simple: Sit bowl on counter. Add Potatoes. Add Gravy. (I look at the screen, I see the words NO CORN, I move on) Skip past the corn. Add Chicken. Add Cheese. Put on Lid. Now, I know it might seem like alot of steps, but even to a trained fucking monkey, if done right, this process should only take about 15 seconds. I'm so sick and fucking tired of these bastard kids taking their jobs for granted and ruining my fucking food. I have my wife for that and she does it for free! Why should I be paying my hard earned money to some crew staffed with mentally handicapped underachievers? Get your shit together... There's no fucking need for this crap... Go back to school and let the unemployment line thin itself out... I'm sure there's plenty of people who would take that pay and still make the food edible. Bastards...
How fucking hard is your job? Why is it that every time I go to your establishment, at least 1 of the items on my order is fucking screwed up?? If I order a Big Mac with no lettuce and extra sauce, I get extra lettuce and no sauce... If I order a Steak Grilled Stuft Burrito, I get Chicken... If I order a Large Coke with very little ice, I get a cup full of ice with almost no Coke... Don't you have to have at least the reading level of a 6th Grader to work in these places? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT?!
Today, I get off of work... Mind you, my whole week has been shit so far, but I'm tired, I don't wanna cook, I stop at KFC on my way home... Very simple order... a LARGE Double Down combo with pepsi and Famous Bowl with NO corn. Please, reply to this message if this is too difficult... The girl reads my order to me... "Hmmm...sounds right! That's exactly what I said to her!", I say in my head. I pull up to the window, wait for 3 minutes for the giggling and bullshitting to stop before she comes to the window, and hands me a MEDIUM cup. I ask her (knowing damn well that it's a medium) "Is this a large?"
"No, the meal comes with a medium", she responds.
"I ordered a Large..."
"Oh..."
Off she disappears for another 3 or 4 minutes...which blows my mind, because the soda machine is RIGHT next to the window... She finally comes back...
"We don't have any fries, it's gonna be about 2 or 3 minutes...unless you want a different side..."
"Mashed Potatoes and Gravy is fine", I say...
So, after this 12 minute long adventure is over, I head home...
I eat my sandwich and mashed potatoes, knowing all along that the Famous Bowl is going to be my midnight snack... Here I sit, watching an old episode of "Lost", so I can get caught up and I decide to heat up my famous bowl...
I put it in the microwave, cook it up nice and hot, take it out, and off to the couch I go. I hit play, dip the spoon into the bowl and take a bite...and guess what I taste... CORN! The initial rage is enough to make me want to kick the dog, but hey... It wasn't his fault. That poor chihuahua is fucktons smarter than the future high school dropout that put this disaster of a bowl to-fucking-gether... I go to the sink and start fishing through this bowl to get any remaining stragglers out of the way, but to my horror, i notice that all around the inside perimeter of this bowl, is a fucking army of kernals, hidden in the gravy, tucked into the mashed potatoes... Now...This is my question:
Did they make those little screens that hang above the food prep stations too fucking hard to read since I was a teenager? Did the guy who trained this ****e secretly hate his job? I'm not employed there, but I can almost see what the screen told this cunt: 1 Famous Bowl ; No Corn.
I'm looking into this bowl and the formula looks mighty simple: Sit bowl on counter. Add Potatoes. Add Gravy. (I look at the screen, I see the words NO CORN, I move on) Skip past the corn. Add Chicken. Add Cheese. Put on Lid. Now, I know it might seem like alot of steps, but even to a trained fucking monkey, if done right, this process should only take about 15 seconds. I'm so sick and fucking tired of these bastard kids taking their jobs for granted and ruining my fucking food. I have my wife for that and she does it for free! Why should I be paying my hard earned money to some crew staffed with mentally handicapped underachievers? Get your shit together... There's no fucking need for this crap... Go back to school and let the unemployment line thin itself out... I'm sure there's plenty of people who would take that pay and still make the food edible. Bastards...