I think I spend too much time in this place, and here I am tapping out a blog entry on my phone. Apparently, one of the worst things you can do (at least if you want food sans special sauce) is ank for french fries at the drive-thru speaker, then pull forward and ask for onion rings.
The workers here amuse me. The older lady who runs the drive-thru window was here in the dining room cleaning, while taking orders in her headset. You can hear the people in the car via a loud PA speaker in the kitchen. People are weird when placing orders at a microphone.
Some teen kid, I guess he’s the son of one of the employees, gave me a winning Spider-man game piece for a free burger. Maybe I’ll use that next time instead of getting a chicken sandwich like I usully do.
This place sees a lot of odd clients. I have some "actual" writing coming (maybe) that illustrates the diversity.
