Given my comments on the Commercial Irritation rant earlier, it may seem a tad hypocritical of me to sample the 'experience' of going to Burger King on Friday evening. A fair point, I concede but given I finished work a bit later than expected and I was heading for a drinking session with fellow of the Hibernian persuasion, the prospect of consuming alcohol on an empty stomach was not one I wished to consider. So I opted for the quick and convenient option. Although those words soon disappeared when I headed to the counter to wait patiently for the spotty faced youth to serve me.
'Can I take your order?'
'I don't know - can you?'
She looked at me somewhat bemused. Given she was not from these shores and her use of grammar was not, perhaps, the best, I decided to help a little. Only a little, mind.
'I would like a cheeseburger and some chips please' I smiled.
'Do you want a meal?'
'I would like a cheeseburger and some chips please' I smiled again.
'Cheeseburger?'
'Yes, I do believe that was what I asked for -twice.'
'Regular fries?'
'As opposed to irregular?'
'No - what size of fries?'
Now my irritation was increasing. 'Just give me some chips'
'Do you want to go large?'
'I'm sorry?'
'Do you want to go large for an extra fifty pence?'
'Excuse me young, lady, that's a very personable question and one that doesn't warrant an answer'
By now, twenty stone Nora from Niddrie who was standing behind me with what seemed like half the contents of the local Lidl store was struggling to conceal her anger. 'Hey, pal, can you no jist get yer meal and go forth and multiply?' (I've translated what she actually said into a form of English)
I sighed 'Just give me a cheeseburger, chips and a small Coca Cola - please!'
'Sitting in?' asked the girl behind the counter.
'Does that cost extra?' I asked. Another bemused look. 'If I can find a table that doesn't have remnants of left over cold burgers, chips - sorry, fries - and onion rings, then yes.'
Burger King - they say they do it your way. Sadly, they won't be doing it my way any more.
8 comments:
It can be fun messing with the Johnny-No-Stars who work in fast food places, although it's a bit like shooting fish in a barrel!
After reading your story about Burger Thing (and checking back to see your commercials rant) I feel I must say something:
For the sake of your mental(and physical)health, stay away from the United States!
Bad commercials and worse fast food is in epidemic proportions in America. The experience you described is an every day situation over here.
And your illustration looks ten times more appealing than the crapola we get in 995 if the fast "food" joints in the States, styro cup included.
Make that 99%
Blasted trifocals!
In Seattle all the fast food restaurants are suppose to start putting up the calorie content as well as fat grams, carbs, etc. on a big board so everyone can see it. Since I am actually trying to lose weight and get in shape this helps me stay away from fast food even more. AND, I do have to tell you Mike, a lot of the fast food restaurants around downtown Seattle really DOES charge you for eating inside (I think it's about 25 cents or so) but they would rather you take your heart attack outside their establishment...
Howdy.
I have taken the liberty of tagging you in a meme.
Do it, or don't do it. Either way, I'll still sleep at night.
Cheers,
S.
If I knew what I was doing, Steve, I would! But I have added a link to your site on the blog.
I have a craving for McDonalds or Burger King now and then, maybe twice a year. I prefer Burger King chips to Mcdonalds though, that's for sure (here in the USA anyway).
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