Service at most fast food places is plain sorry anymore. I can order three items -- any three items -- and there'll be 3 or more errors. That's at KFC, where they stare at me with owl eyes, astonished at my temerity for ordering chicken; or at McDonalds, where they inevitably give me the wrong number of burgers even when I've asked for fewer than 3; or at Jack in the Box, where they can't make proper change, even tho' the cash register tells me what the right amount is; or at the little pizza place, where 9 workers wander about aimlessly answering calls from their girlfriends and boyfriends while the supervisor runs around sweating like a horse & cooking all the food and then gives me someone else's order. I think it's because all these places are really owned by a mad mouse named Merton who was a toad in a previous life and he has a grudge against us humans. That's my theory anyway. I'd quit them all but my husband is an addict.
