All for a cup of coffee.
So I stop at Badonkin Donettes for my morning coffee. While I’m there I think I’ll try one of the sausage croissants. So I order, a Number Four, with double cream.
I get the coffee and the guy hands me the little paper bag.
I get halfway to the end of the drive through, and sip the coffee. And nearly spit it all over the car. I look at the side, and it has “8 creme 8 sugar” written on it. It’s disgustingly sweet. In the bag there were twelve more creams and sugars.
I threw the whole thing in the garbage, and went inside.
I explained carefully to the woman at the counter. “I want a number four. I want to make the coffee a large. I want double cream in it. ” SHe takes my money. She pours a small coffee, puts a big dollop of cream in it, and four splendas. She hands me a bag. It contains a bran muffin.
I sigh and ask for a manager.
She comes over, looking for all the world like Clara Peller.
“I’d like a number four. I want the coffee large. I want two creams in it. NO SUGAR. ”
She eventually gets me a sausage croissant. She holds up the cup of black coffee and repeats: Just two creams, no sugar, right?”
Finally.
I like their coffee. It’s consistent. I’m damned if I’m gonna go through THAT again.
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It is distressingly difficult to find good help sometimes. One would think that someone working in service would figure out that not everyone likes the same thing, so just give the customer what they ask for.
Anyway, I’m in the coffee doesn’t need sweetener camp as well. Also tea, but since I moved south I’ve learned to be quiet about that one.
Yes… and these people are everywhere, all around us.
A question I have… was it always so? It’s hard to imagine all the great things our ancestors did… if they too were faced with this.
I was building mixed drinks at 10, and never had to get an order repeated. Now, I see the same as you describe on a daily basis.
Deep sigh.
It seems that we had decent people in service, once. It seems that once upon a time people took pride in whatever job they did, however menial it might have been, because the way out of a menial job was to do it well, and prove you were capable of more. Certainly, I have family members that acheived great things, not because they were well educated, but because they chose to rise above their ordinary place by working harder and doing more. Was that all just an illusion? Was it just a select few who took pride in their work?
I know that exists now, in select places. There are a few who take pride in their work. But they are few and far between.
My question is why did you pay them twice when they messed up the order?
I was wondering the same thing Midwest Chick was wondering.
Disgust leads to foolish actions, yet being foolish makes them no less necessary.
Cost benefit analysis. I would have wasted more than $4 in time explaining what they’d done.
Another sign of the decline of Civilization. But hey, they can yabber on 20 minutes why You and I need to save Mother Gaia by driving battery-powered ecoboxes and why you need to give up more of your income so they can finish their Masters Degree in Political Science with Free student loan money, instead of having to work at the Donut Shop. Too bad there isn’t a basic Math Test that teaches them how to give back correct change.
Welcome to the teachers union sponsored education of America.
Can’t read, can’t listen to instruction, have no inkling of tomorrow, don’t care.
Try ordering two quarter pounders at McDonalds, one with cheese and one without. You will almost always get two with cheese.
I used to go to this McDonald’s back in college, and I started ordering Egg McMuffins with Canadian Bacon (because for some reason, it wasn’t the default back then.) They kept screwing up the order, and being young I kept going back. One day I asked them to repeat 3 times that I wanted Canadian–not regular–bacon. Guess what I got? You’re right, regular bacon.
Finally I tried to outsmart ’em by ordering it with regular bacon. They gave me sausage.
I quit going there.