Jack in the Box

Well, I came back from Jack in the Box all by myself and without so much as a phone number. I had a plan that never got far off the ground. I pull up to the speaker box at the drive-through:

Speaker box: "Welcome to Jack in the Box, bla bla bla..."

It was so difficult to tell what they were saying let alone if it was male or female.

Gloves: "I'm looking for something nutritious."

See, I think chicks like someone with a good sense of humor. I can't wait to hear their reaction.

Speaker box: ::silence::

Crap. I guess I got to just place the order.

Gloves: "Something nutritious like an Ultimate Cheeseburger with Bacon. Let's make that a Large fries and Dr. Pepper in the name of nutrition."

Speaker box: "A large #6 with a Dr. Pepper. That'll be $6.50"

I still can't tell if it's male or female. They either can't hear me or don't have a sense of humor. Did I hear them say, "$6.50"?

I pull up to the window with a $11.50 expecting a $5 in change. WOW!, it's a large burly man with the headset on ::shiver:: ok. He hands me $4 change. WHAT!? So, I had to tell him 3 times that I gave him $11.50 and he owes me a bill with Lincoln on it. He finally got that under control, then handed me my bag and said, "Have a good night." "Wait! Where's my drink?" Ugh. There has to be statistics as to how many fast food orders are actually executed accuratly. The numbers probably fall between 5% and 10% on a good day.

So, here I am eating my burger, my large fries and about A GALLON of soda! At least I'm not hungry any more.