Somewhere in Northern California, two weeks ago... Okay so, alright. There is this burger place, okay Burger Place, it deserves to be called by a proper name, that is an upcoming soon-to-be iconic California tradition, much in the way Inn & Out is. But this place is better than Inn & Out. And for that matter this rant isn't about Inn & Out so I'll quit talking about it. And actually the rant isn't about the burger place, er, Burger Place either. The Burger Girls are really nice to me. Even more so than the Burger Manager. They greet me warmly, tend to remember my order, and they even give me a free drink. I think it's an unofficial policy that regulars get free drinks. I am a regular at a bar. Like Cheers but I do not look like Norm. I do not get free drinks. By the way it's probably a bad idea to use "I am a regular at a bar" as a backdrop on an aviation forum but I need it as a backdrop so deal with it. Anyway, there is this new Burger Girl. Young, roundish, slightly pockmarked face, blue eyes, nice smile, looks like a little sweetie (they all look like little sweeties). But, well. Okay. Here's how it went down. "I would like a burger, lettuce wrapped, and I would like a side Ceasar salad with no croutons." "Burger, lettuce wrapped, and a side Ceasar with parmesan only." "Okay." Well I got my order. She got the burger right. That's the important thing. But, the Ceasar salad, well, the cooks (probably correctly) interpreted "Parmesan only" to mean lettuce only, with parmesan on top. No dressing. Now here's the thing, it doesn't really put me out THAT MUCH as I can get a side of Ceasar and mix it in myself. This place normally tosses a Ceasar with dressing, then puts the parmesan (and croutons if so inclined) on top. I like that. In fact, that's the reason why I get the side Ceasar instead of the mixed green salad. For whatever reason, they toss the dressing in with the Ceasar but give it to you on the side with the mixed greens. And this place doesn't have a fridge full of premade salads, they make all of their salads up on the spot with the order. That same place in Northern California, a week ago... So I'm like on mile 70 of 84. I'm wearing my tight bike spandex. Biceps pumped. Quads flexed. Gluteals tight. Bulge just slightly prevalent, but not obscenely so. There she is, on duty, in her light blue uniform polo shirt. "I would like a burger, lettuce wrapped, and a side Ceasar, with no croutons." "Mmmmhmm mmmm burger mmmmhmmm salad mmhmmm" (pretend adult voices in a Peanuts movie but with one or two intelligible words.) "Okay." I have my receipt. I read it. "Side Ceasar, parmesan only." Oh, shyte. Well, I go back up to the counter. "Hey, missy (no, I didn't actually call her missy, I just said hey) look, this is rung up as parmesan only. The last time they forgot the dressing. I want dressing on it." "Okay." "Are they going to put dressing on it?" "Yes." "Tell them. Tell them I want dressing on it." She smiled. Well guess what. No dressing. The Burger Girl that placed my order on the counter remarked "Here is your burger and... salad with... no dressing." Okay I got mad. I didn't entirely come from together but I was clearly, and deliberately agitated. "Look, I ordered this salad with no croutons. Not no dressing or croutons. I really want dressing!" (in an agitated voice.) "No problem, we will remake..." "No, no, just give me some dressing on the side, I don't want to waste it. This is the second time in a row! I told HER!" (glaring at the other Burger Girl.) And I got this smiley look of "hey, you're really entertaining" not "gee, I'm sorry I f***d your order up twice in a row!" Fast forward to today.... I walk in to the Burger Place with apprehension. There are two Burger Girls working the counter. There is the black Burger Girl working the left register. She's a nice Burger Girl. She gives me free drinks. She always gets my order right. She asks me how my ride is going. Or how my day is. And I tell her fine, or lousy, or mediocre, or passable, or whatever the case may be. Like I said, she's a nice Burger Girl. Then, working the right hand register was HER. I could see her face. What the hell is she planning. She knows I'm next in her line, and she's licking her lips in anticipation. Except she's really hard to read. Really hard. Damn, there's nobody behind me that I can trade places with if I need to. I decide, look, I'm going to just deal with the situation as it is. The fat guy on the left register is taking way too long ordering some really complicated stuff. "Welcome to the soon to be iconic Burger Place that isn't Inn& Out." (She didn't really say that, I'm paraphrasing.) "I would like a burger, lettuce wrapped, and a side Ceasar with no croutons." "....burger.....side Ceasar parmesan only." "No, no, no, no, no. Let me break it down. Your side Ceasar salad has four components. Romaine lettuce, dressing, parmesan and croutons. I want three of those components. I want Romaine lettuce, dressing, parmesan, but I want to leave one of those components out. That component is croutons. I want you to ring it up as a side Ceasar with no croutons. If you ring it up as a side Ceasar, parmesan only, the cooks won't put any dressing on it." "Okay." "So can you ring it up that way?" "Yes." Burger, double, sub lettuce wrap Ceasar, side, parmesan only Drink, med Dine in Total..... Okay. I got to call the other Burger Girl over. "Hey, look, can you please ask the cooks to put some dressing on this salad? This is the third time in a row my order got rung up this way. She doesn't get it. This is getting tiring." Anyway I got what I wanted but it was like pulling teeth. Sheesh.
What is the probability they are in the back going: "Its that bike messenger again that always complicates the order and and tries to get free drinks. Lets eff w/ his salad and watch him twitch"?
ask for a crouton salad minus the croutons. oh, and also ask the two burger girls for a threesome. if they agree, they'll never get your order wrong again.
Could you pick out the croutons...and throw them at Burger Girl? Or, or...take one dipped in dressing, and stick it to her forehead? Speaking of pounding my head against the wall, your experience reminds me of the email I sent to Support for my new Emerson Sensi thermostat earlier this week. In ALL their ads I've ever seen the thermostat's display is a pleasant blue when lit. Mine is gray. Me: "My thermostat's display screen is gray. Is there a way to make it blue like in all the ads?" Support: "Yes, your phone's app turns red when its heating and blue when it's cooling. It's gray when it's neither." My reply: Please reread my question. Support: Thank you for the update. There is no option to change the screen color of the thermostat to light blue while the system is idle. If there is no call for either heat or cool, the screen background will be gray. However, I will forward this matter to our product engineers for consideration in the future Sensi updates. We truly appreciate your patience. Me: @#%!%#!#^&!! Then I get this survey request warning me if I don't respond in 48 hours they will assume I am loving my Sensi (note the display on the t-stat). It's like they're taunting me: My reply: I don't know if you have the ability to see the email to which I am responding. But in that email, it shows the Sensi thermostat with a blue screen (I'm *not* talking about the iPhone App) I'm referring specifically to the device that is hung on the wall and connected to the furnace via several wires in the wall. That device in your email shows a blue screen. Mine is gray; always. Meaning its screen doesn't turn red when it's heating or blue when it's cooling. That's the APP that does that. My question is simple: Can the thermostat's screen (not the App's) be blue? Support: The thermostat display on the wall does not change colors. When you turn on the back-light (by pressing the button on top of the thermostat, above the Emerson logo) it looks blue for about 10 seconds, but this is because of the light illuminating the screens. I believe that's why it looks blue in some pictures. The display screen cannot be changed from the gray color. Me to myself: Why did I even bother?
It's the tight bike spandex man, tooooo tight, your uh, package, uhh, well it stands out. But not that way, what you're thinking. She's secretly laughing at you behind your back, you know, when you turn around. She's thinking, gheesh, I've got him three times now and he doesn't get it. How come you don't get it? Ya gotta tip, ya gotta tip. Then you gets the correct order, well, that is if you don't ear the spandex, again.
The obvious answer is to stop ordering from her. Or order double croutons and maybe you won't get any!
For me no. For my mom, even the residual equals a trip to the hospital for epinephrine so she doesn't suffocate from the swelling. It's a big deal in my family.
Doesn't really matter where you go, about 90% of the order takers either can't record the order correctly or don't bother to listen. I typically don't want cheese on my burger and do not want ice in my drink ( when I am on the road, inside the place is different ). I clearly give my order and more than half the time they read it back with some different combination. At that point, I even though I correct them until they can give the correct readback, I am resigned to having to completely check my order before I move away to be sure it is correct. I've had to send food back as many as 4 times to get it correct. For stupidity like that I blame the operation's management and supervision. And bubbleheads like these think they deserve $15 a hour for minimum wage?
Hey Sac; you seem to have more issues than Sybil. This hardly rises to a rant. If you weren't always looking for an issue, your day would go much easier. Of course, there would be a rapid drop in traffic to the site. Mostly you and sixpackcharlie.
Oh don't get me started on minimum wage. I suspect fast food will price itself in to oblivion at some point in the future. I've already quit going to upscale sit down restaurants for that reason. But, there will be some industry to replace it, maybe upscale vending machines with menu items cooked and packaged in Bangladesh.
{no, don't do it.} {Nah it's ok, he opened the door with "spandex" "package" and "mom"} {dude, it's rude, don't do it} Ah f**k it. {no, don't do it}
Hmm, has doubles on the menu, does lettuce wraps, serves Caesar salads, somewhere in NorCal, an up and comer soon-to-be iconic... I'm going to guess: The Habit? https://www.habitburger.com/ amirite?
I ordered a Caesar salad at an airport restaurant. The waitron asked me what kind of salad dressing I wanted - Italian, blue cheese or thousand island. Missing the point of a Caesar salad entirely.
My best guess... first time was an accident, but the second time she was so grossed out by the sweaty, spandex-ed, bulging-packaged dude (your description was skeevy to the max, btw) that she purposely left the dressing off out of spite. Going forward, just order the Caesar as-is and pick out the croutons. Problem solved.
I just read the rest of the thread and saw the part about his mom having a problem with bread residual. I still don't get it. Mommy's problems do not equal son's problems, so I, uh... don't see the problem. Just pick the dang things off the salad and move on with your life. That there are people out there who actually get, as he said, "mad" over such things baffles me. It also baffles me what men think women find attractive... cause bulging spandex just isn't one of those things!
I dunno about that. Alabama has mountains, lots of rivers and lakes, sugar white sand on the Gulf. Everything is greening up right now, even my yard so I can get mowing. One of the nice things about living in Alabama is the stereotype people have and would never move here. Good for us that live here already!
