1/5 Michael M. 1 year ago on Google
A
drive
thru
line
so
long,
I'm
surprised
a
parade
permit
wasn't
required.
Half
of
the
restaurant's
staff
outside
on
a
smoke
break.
A
packed
lobby,
likely
exceeding
the
maximum
seating
capacity.
These
should
have
been
the
the
only
indicators
needed
to
abandon
any
plans
of
enjoying
a
Taco
Bell
meal
yesterday
afternoon.
Regardless,
my
wife
and
I
proceeded
to
enter
the
drive
thru
queue,
and
we
settled
in
our
distant
spot
behind
a
Ford
GT
that
had
likely
been
sitting
there
since
the
morning
shift.
We
continued
to
wait-
even
making
eye
contact
with
some
of
the
idle
workers
outside.
Unfortunately,
the
blundering
representatives
of
your
brand
seemed
content
with
the
lunch
break
they
all
took
simultaneousy,
so
our
desperate
gazes
were
only
responded
to
with
blank
stares
of
inattentiveness
and
oblivion.
After
approximately
15
minutes
had
passed
without
a
single
vehicle
advancing
in
the
line,
panic
had
begun
to
set
in.
However,
with
a
stroke
of
good
fortune,
we
saw
the
car
behind
us
back
out
of
the
lot-
allowing
us
to
escape
the
drive
thru
trap,
as
well.
We
were
still
determined,
so
we
decided
to
dine
in.
As
we
observed
from
the
parking
lot,
the
restaurant
lobby
was
packed
with
people,
uncomfortably
exchanging
glances
with
each
other
as
they
awkwardly
waited
for
their
order.
We
could
even
see
the
face
of
the
current
drive-thru
customer
through
the
kitchen,
anxiously
peering
in
after
clearly
being
abandoned
at
the
window.
Lack
of
efficiency
was
an
evident
issue
here.
We
placed
our
order
on
the
kiosk,
and
found
a
seat
to
camp
out
at
as
we
began
our
expected
long
wait.
This
provided
an
ample
opportunity
to
observe
the
elite
workforce
you've
elected
to
employ.
This
includes
the
multiple
workers
seen
wearing
a
mask
under
their
nose
and/or
chin.
I'm
not
debating
the
value
of
wearing
facemasks
here.
However,
the
employees
volunteering
to
wear
them
obviously
do
believe
in
their
effectiveness-
and
then
made
the
conscious
decision
to
disregard
the
well-being
of
everyone
else
around
them.
Apparently,
these
are
the
types
of
people
we
trust
to
provide
a
safe
dining
experience-
those
with
no
concern
for
public
safety.
The
representative
announcing
the
current
orders
was
not
the
best
kitchen
spokesperson,
considering
her
soft
and
barely
audible
whispers
needed
to
be
supplemented
by
a
random
customer
(in
the
lobby)
shouting
the
orders
for
her.
Although
this
was
very
bizarre,
I
recommend
that
particular
bystander
be
hired
immediately,
considering
she
out-performed
the
actual
employees.
Fourteen
minutes
after
placing
our
order
(verified
by
the
timestamp
on
the
receipt
text),
we
were
finally
called.
We,
of
course,
had
to
ask
again
for
the
drink
and
sauce
we
ordered,
since
all
we
were
handed
was
a
bag
of
food
(as
if
we
didn't
choose
"dine
in").
My
chicken
quesadilla
was
one
solid,
un-cut,
crumpled
pile
of
detritus
on
the
bottom
of
the
bag.
I
was
fairly
famished
at
this
point,
so
I
attempted
to
tear
it
apart
by
hand
and
just
eat
it
anyways.
Fifteen
napkins
and
a
few
third
degree
burns
later,
it
became
even
more
obvious-
this
store
does
not
value
the
welfare
of
its
patrons
in
the
slightest.
As
I
recovered
from
the
chicken
quesadilla
stew
I
apparently
ordered,
we
saw
the
same
Ford
GT
we
were
originally
behind-
finally
escaping
the
agonizing
confinements
of
the
laggard
and
sluggardly
drive-thru.
It's
a
wonder
how
the
driver
withstood
the
ordeal
without
running
out
of
gas,
or
dying
from
old
age.
My
wife
ordered
two
chalupas,
but
with
beef
rather
than
chicken.
When
she
opened
her
meal,
she
discovered
both
chalupas
contained
beef
AND
chicken.
They
might
as
well
have
been
hotdogs.
We
went
to
exchange
the
two
items
for
what
was
actually
ordered,
and
they
only
presented
one
replacement
chalupa.
After
correcting
this
situation,
the
cashier
tried
to
fluff
the
deal
by
commenting
"these
replacements
are
free
of
charge".
Well,
thank
you
so
much.
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