August 30, 2006
What’s a trip to Burger King without a fooked up order? And some moronic staff to go with it? Nothing baby, nothing.
I took my oldest son and his gf to Wally World last night to do some shopping and on the way home we stopped at BK to bring home some grub for ourselves and hubby. We placed our orders, waited, and left without incident. Or so I thought.
We get home and as I’m taking things out of the bag, my husband says his order is wrong.
What’s wrong with it?
Well the poutine has no gravy on it.
No gravy?
Ya, no gravy.
Well that sucks. I’m going to call them and let them know.
Tell them to deliver some gravy to me.
I’m pretty sure they won’t do that.
Oh and my burger is wrong.
Figures.
I called and the phone rang about 15 times and noone answered it. I hung up. Waited a few minutes and called back. Again noone picked up but this time there was voicemail, so I left a message and asked if the manager could call me back in the morning. Left my name and phone number obviously.
The phone rangs this morning at 8:30. Goes like this:
Hello?
Hi, I calling from Burger King. I got your message. I’m looking for Iman.
Iman? I’m pretty sure I’m not a tall, gorgeous, black super model married to David Bowie.
Yes.
Ummm, well I was the one who called you last night and left the message. I’m Lechelle. Because Iman and Lechelle practically rhyme.
Oh okay. What the problem?
My order was messed up. I ordered poutine and there was no gravy on it. Gravy is a key ingredient to poutine.
You order special?
Pardon? Special?
Yes, special.
No, I just ordered a Whopper meal, with poutine. Nothing special really.
Okay what was wrong?
It. had. no. gravy. on. it.
Okay, that it?
No, my husband’s burger was supposed to be a Whopper, with cheese, only lettuce and onions. It had all the other stuff on it.
What stuff? The special?
I’m not sure what ‘the special’ is. It wasn’t anything special. Just a Whopper with only lettuce and onions.
Okay and what was wrong?
It had everything on it. Didn’t I just frigging say that?
Okay, what wrong? What’s wrong? Apparently you have the mental capacity of a stale donut.
I ordered poutine. It had no gravy on it. I ordered a Whopper with only lettuce and onions and it had everything on it. I didn’t want everything on it. I’m being Punk’d right?
You have your receipt?
Yes I sure do!
You want to come in now?
At 8:30 in the morning? Ummm no. I ate BK less than 12 hours ago, so I’m good thanks. But next time I do want BK, I’m going to bring my receipt and I want a free meal.
Okay, I give you free meal. Damn freakin’ right you will.
So your name is Iman? I write that down.
Yup, sure Iman. You spell that L-E-C-H-E-L-L-E. Forget anything you may have learned in phonics, phonics sucks and doesn’t work.
Okay, you come in with receipt and I give you free. I’ll give you free, a free punch in the ass.
Great.
