A TALE OF TWO BURGERS & A DOG

When you pick up a large burger with one hand it usually falls apart. When I order I always ask that it be cut in half. Half a sandwich is easier to hold. Twice this month my sandwich has been cut about half way through with the bottom half of the bum still in tack. Trying to pull the bum apart with one hand usually results in everything falling off the sandwich into your lap.

The first time I got such a sandwich, about a month ago, the carhop apologized and got me another one cut in two separate pieces. I tipped her generously.

The second time this happened, yesterday, I told the carhop to explain to the management how important it was to me for the burger to be cut completely. The young carhop recoiled and informed me that they were not aloud to cut a sandwich before it was wrapped. She said the reason it was not cut completely through was because they had to cut through the wrapper. I knew she was lying. There were no cut marks on the wrapper paper.

I put the sandwich back in the sack and drove across town to the owner's office. Aggressively I approached the owner about the issue heavily armed with a sack full of uncut evidence of violations.

The owner had the cutest little puppy I've ever seen who constantly did tricks, standing on rear legs pointing front paws at me. The owner apologized for the incident saying she could not imagine why the carhop said such a ridiculous thing. I think she explained to me the corrections that would be initiated. I'm not sure because by then the puppy had my total attention. She then offered me a hand-full of free gift certificates for items from her outlets. I politely refused them stating, " I can't be bought, unless you included the dog." She smiled, picked up her puppy and walked away. Meeting adjourned. Exaggerations protected my the First Amendment.

BACK