I finally lost it last summer,... and first I will say that my response was as immature and childish as the clerk in the restaurant was stupid, but hey,... every so often some poor S.O.B. tosses the last straw on the pile, and God help them...
I went through Jack in the Box. I ordered a Jumbo Jack
CheeseBurger, NO Pickles,
said it three times as I am allergic to vinegar, a large fry, nuggets, and a coke. Simple,... I am used to them screwing up the no pickles part though, so I am somewhat expecting a problem. I get to the first window and pay for food that I can only hope and pray I get at the second window (this ****es me off to no end by the way). They then hand me my bag out the second window. I open it, and notice the nuggets aren't in there. I ask for the nuggets. He (a 17 year old smartass that has so many piercings it looks like he got his butt kicked by a tacklebox) hands them to me and I pull forward to clear the line and check the burger. No pickles, I was impressed, but also no cheese. I drive back around and pull up and tell them they screwed up my burger it is supposed to have cheese, and I remind him about the pickle issue -I swear this is all 100% as it happened- he takes it, fumbles around and comes back with the burger. I ask him if it has cheese he says yes. I pull forward as Im checking it for cheese, it has cheese,... but also an assgrab of pickles on it. I PULL BACK AROUND, and inform him I can't eat it because the vinegar from the 5000 pickles he put on it is everywhere and to REMAKE me a JUMBO JACK CHEESEBURGER WITH NO PICKLES. He takes the screwed up burger, fumbles around for 15 more minutes brings the burger back and hands it to me with a kiss-my-arse attitude and stands there with the window open. I unwrap it in front of him, and discover it has no cheese on it and another thousand pickles!!! I flip, I wing the burger through the window and nail him square in the face and then drive off.
As I said,... I know it was immature,... but How Damn Hard Is It??? DO I NEED TO DRAW YOU A MAP?!?!?
And, as I drove away I must confess I felt amazingly better imagining the stunned look on his face as a thousand pickles slid off his ears. I still get satisfaction from that image