because i like to complain

So after church, I decide to hit taco bell for lunch. It was a comedy of errors that had me stuck waiting for my friggin' order for twenty friggin minutes (not an exaggeration!). I knew it wasn't going to go well when the family in front of me where special ordering their burritos. As I've said before, I used to think I was a finicky eater, but not so much after seeing how finicky various people are. How can you not like mustard, mayo, ground beef, or tomato sauce!? (Ha, you know who you are!) But I digress, that's their prerogative. And its fine if its something they're making themselves, or if its a sit down restaurant, where there's a wait for your food. It bugs the hell out of me at fast food restaurants. Like, its fine at a sandwich place like Subway, or one of those burrito joints like Moe's or Willy's, where they're preparing it in front of you so you can direct them on how exactly you want your burrito or samich. And I'll even deal with it if its like they order a whopper, but they don't want pickles or onions. But it pisses me off when they're ordering like five whoppers, each to their own specifications. So I have to sit there while they explain this to the cashier. And let's face it, its not like fast food employees are paid all that much, so its not like they make enough to give a damn, so the order will inevitably be wrong, and then I have to sit there and wait as they complain that this or that was wrong.

So that's issue #1. Then this guy comes in with like a couple of hundreds wanting change. Who goes to taco bell for change of a hundred? I assumed he's a disreputable sort and wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. Anyways, this will come into play later to even further delay me. So I put in my order. And this old lady comes after me with the Mexican worker she hired for the day. Now, I was kinda offended because she goes to the Mexican guy, "they have taco bell, you like that, don't you?" What, just because he's Mexican, she assumes he wants taco bell?! As it turns out, since this was one of those taco bell/kfcs, he wanted the chicken.

My order comes out at this time, but since the other workers couldn't be bothered to help, it just sat their because the cashier was busy with the old lady. Why? Because she orders the number 2 for the Mexican guy, which is the new original crispy chicken strips meal. Only she doesn't realize its strips and not actual chicken. Like, she wanted crispy, so the cashier's all, "Oh, they only come in original". So the old lady says, well that's fine then. Then, when she gets the order and sees they're strips, she's all, "Oh, I wanted actual chicken!" because she didn't think 3 chicken strips was enough for him, I suppose because he's a hefty guy and she's going to make him do some hard labor this afternoon. So she talks the cashier into exchanging the strips for crispy chicken. So the waitress does. But then, the old lady complains about the selection of chicken that was picked. Now, I'm pretty sure KFC gives you specific pieces when you order the 2 and 3 pieces. Like 2 pieces is a thigh and leg, I dunno what you exactly get with a 3 piece. So she's all, "Oh, he can't have that, that's not enough for him!" So the cashier is having to hand pick the chicken to the old lady's approval. Meanwhile, my order's sitting there. But I'm not in that big a rush, so I can wait for her to be done.

But then, the old bag takes so long, a line forms. Its only like a lady, a family, and a dude with a basketball. So I think I can wait just a little more. And the lady gets done quickly. But then the family of course has this whole argument about drinks (the dads all, we don't need drinks, we have drinks in the car, but his wife is all just order the drinks and the kid is shouting for a soda) and chicken ("Are you sure two is going to be enough for him?") and when they finally pay, the cashier doesn't have change because her manager gave most of it to the guy who wanted change for his hundreds! At this point, I said eff it, and when she called her manager over, I stopped him and asked if he could gimme my bag that's been sitting there for the past five minutes! It was ridiculous. I got there around 1235, and when I finally got my bag and went back to my car, it was 103! It shouldn't take that frakkin long to get 3 volcano tacos and two double decker tacos!

Anyways, at lunch, watched the rest of the Fringe pilot off the DVR to see if I could notice any differences between what aired and the thing I watched back a few months ago. There supposedly are, but none that I noticed. Well, did Pacey always threaten the one guy they arrested that he was going to poison him with whatever the other guy had and watch him die if he didn't talk, but since they didn't actually have time for that, he decided to start breaking the guys fingers instead? That didn't seem familiar.