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Okay, so, I ended up going on a short ride today because I plan on making ribs, and I needed to be back a little bit early to engage in the rib making process, so I went to the burger place of third choice. This burger place of third choice (we will abbreviate BPTC) has three basic sizes of burgers: 1/4 lb, 1/3 lb, and 1/2 lb.
Register girl wearing the boom mic is busy dealing with the drive though customers. I hate drive throughs. I despise drive throughs. Give THEM second tier service, not your walk in customers. But it was just me. And her. And the Central American kitchen staff in the back (paging @Ryanb). She seemed slightly annoyed at my animal presence and piercing gaze that ripped in to the very seams of fabric in her pants.
"Give me that half pound Guacamole Bacon Burger, lettuce wrapped please. For here."
"Okay. That will be $8.50."
Eight fifty. Wow. For one burger at a fast food place. I'm like WTF.
Several minutes later she approaches with a dollar bill in her hand. I'm like, a) I overpaid (I did), b) she wants to cut a line of coke with me, or c) I am about to give her a lap dance. I mean, I am wearing my bike spandex. No honey, I'm not Jewish and however yes I am happy to see you.
"So we don't carry the one half pound patties anymore. Can we make it up with a third pound patty? The difference in price is one dollar."
Okay. Several levels of fail. 1. One half pound burgers are prominently displayed. 2. They are in 'The System. 3. Someone in the food chain (food chain, get it? Okay, tough crowd.) either forgot to tell her, or they did tell her, and she did not understand 'sin hambre del carne de media libre.' Well, here's the thing: I want my half pound of flesh. That's only going half Shakespeare I know, but... baby....
It's fractions mang. Ma'am. Young woman. Girlie girl. Poppy tart. Sweetie sweets. One half pound. What combination can you use to arrive at one half pound? Ohhhhhhhhhhh......
"Well, how about, can you have them make it with two quarter pound patties instead?"
"Gee... I don't know."
Wait. So, you're fine with making a size substitution and a price reduction, but, you can't just make it with to patties of the half size and do no adjustments at all? Where is the logic in that? Make sad puppy dog eyes.
"I can ask..."
"Please do."
She hops and skips away with the dollar bill, deals with another irate customer, and, low and behold, she returned with a burger.
"Yes! We could do it!"
Well... apparently there was some major miscommunication. What she failed to communicate is that either they had already made the 1/3 pound burger already, or her verbal instructions did not translate over quite so well, because I ended up with two quarter pound patties topped with a third pound patty. I really wasn't planning on eating quite that much, but whatever, I'll take it.
Random observation: I learned three things today: 1. Kandahar today is only slightly worse than the sketchy areas of Chicago. Translation, yes, you are still likely to get blown up by an RPG if you are a Westerner. Or an IED if you aren't. 2. Exactly how the steering system of a Russian T55 tank works, and by the way the Chinese NORINCO version is junk*, and 3) you have to reduce denominators to six to deal with twos and threes. Wait... I already knew that. Back to 2. Oh... it was a waste of time to abbreviate BPTC. There is 3.
*Actually the NORINCO T60 is just an inferior copy of the Russian T55, which isn't great quality to start with. The North Korean version of the Chinese technology is horrid and barely runs.
Register girl wearing the boom mic is busy dealing with the drive though customers. I hate drive throughs. I despise drive throughs. Give THEM second tier service, not your walk in customers. But it was just me. And her. And the Central American kitchen staff in the back (paging @Ryanb). She seemed slightly annoyed at my animal presence and piercing gaze that ripped in to the very seams of fabric in her pants.
"Give me that half pound Guacamole Bacon Burger, lettuce wrapped please. For here."
"Okay. That will be $8.50."
Eight fifty. Wow. For one burger at a fast food place. I'm like WTF.
Several minutes later she approaches with a dollar bill in her hand. I'm like, a) I overpaid (I did), b) she wants to cut a line of coke with me, or c) I am about to give her a lap dance. I mean, I am wearing my bike spandex. No honey, I'm not Jewish and however yes I am happy to see you.
"So we don't carry the one half pound patties anymore. Can we make it up with a third pound patty? The difference in price is one dollar."
Okay. Several levels of fail. 1. One half pound burgers are prominently displayed. 2. They are in 'The System. 3. Someone in the food chain (food chain, get it? Okay, tough crowd.) either forgot to tell her, or they did tell her, and she did not understand 'sin hambre del carne de media libre.' Well, here's the thing: I want my half pound of flesh. That's only going half Shakespeare I know, but... baby....
It's fractions mang. Ma'am. Young woman. Girlie girl. Poppy tart. Sweetie sweets. One half pound. What combination can you use to arrive at one half pound? Ohhhhhhhhhhh......
"Well, how about, can you have them make it with two quarter pound patties instead?"
"Gee... I don't know."
Wait. So, you're fine with making a size substitution and a price reduction, but, you can't just make it with to patties of the half size and do no adjustments at all? Where is the logic in that? Make sad puppy dog eyes.
"I can ask..."
"Please do."
She hops and skips away with the dollar bill, deals with another irate customer, and, low and behold, she returned with a burger.
"Yes! We could do it!"
Well... apparently there was some major miscommunication. What she failed to communicate is that either they had already made the 1/3 pound burger already, or her verbal instructions did not translate over quite so well, because I ended up with two quarter pound patties topped with a third pound patty. I really wasn't planning on eating quite that much, but whatever, I'll take it.
Random observation: I learned three things today: 1. Kandahar today is only slightly worse than the sketchy areas of Chicago. Translation, yes, you are still likely to get blown up by an RPG if you are a Westerner. Or an IED if you aren't. 2. Exactly how the steering system of a Russian T55 tank works, and by the way the Chinese NORINCO version is junk*, and 3) you have to reduce denominators to six to deal with twos and threes. Wait... I already knew that. Back to 2. Oh... it was a waste of time to abbreviate BPTC. There is 3.
*Actually the NORINCO T60 is just an inferior copy of the Russian T55, which isn't great quality to start with. The North Korean version of the Chinese technology is horrid and barely runs.
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