Sometime in my past, I think I must have ordered something at a drive thru and annoyed a mysterious gypsy. I was cursed to have problems at fast food places forevermore. Now you’re probably thinking I exaggerate. Here is my story, judge for yourself.
I could go back to the early 80’s but I’ll start in the 90’s…I lived in Bakersfield, it’s probably 1995. I’m at the drive through of a fast food place specializing in deep fried seafood and balls of fried cornbread called hushpuppies. I can’t stand the stuff but my boyfriend likes it and there are kiddie meals with chicken chunks, so here I am.
There are two windows but only one is in operation, the one at the end of the drive through. I’ve given my order at the speaker and have made my way up within a car or two from the front of the line. I’m in my station wagon; the two kids are in their carseats in the back. My window is still down from giving the order. I creep forward and now my open window is next to the 1st drive up window. I hear a “thunk” on the roof of my car.
“Wonder what that was” I think to myself.
Then something smacks me in the head, rapidly followed by something streaking by my windshield. I look down and there’s a chunk of frozen fish on the floor of my car. I’ve been hit by a fast food missile. I’m incensed!
I drive up to the next window where I inform the cashier that I’ve been struck by flying frozen fish chunks and I am very unhappy about it. I hold up the offending bit of fish as proof of the infamy.
She says, “Oh, they must be goofing off in the back we’ll tell them to stop.”
Not “sorry, we’re so, so, sorry! Are you ok? The meal’s on us” or even a discount…no, the surly teenager just wants my money and that’s that. Can I speak to the manager? He’s not there. How do I contact the owner? I donno is the answer.
I’m definitely dealing with the teen queen of apathy. The kids are starting to fuss so I really don’t want to get out of the car and tirade around this place with them in tow. Defeated, I pay and drive home. It was years before I went back; I wanted to make sure the surly teen was long gone. Too bad I wasn’t injured, what a lawsuit that could have been.
Posted by Dawno at October 12, 2003 08:10 PM