I hate drive-thrus
I am fucking cursed with drive-thrus. It never fails that my order gets fucked up.
Tonight, the first time I ever go through a Subway drive-thru, I ask for 2 vegetables (onions and bell peppers) on my sandwich (a Philly cheesesteak) and they somehow, someway manage to use olives, which I can’t stand eating, on in place of the onions. I get that they sound similar, but this happens all the goddamn time.
I’ve worked in fast food for 2 years starting when I was 14 years old. I know this shit is not difficult. They purposely make it so simple so they can hire the dumbest motherfuckers. If monkeys were eligible to be hired, they would take them instead of humans because it is easy enough and there would presumably be no minimum wage for monkeys. And they would still do a better job then the fucking rejects that somehow are scheduled to work every time I go through a drive-thru.
I just don’t understand why I’m cursed like this. And I’ve had enough missing straws and items to know to check the bags, but I can’t very well open the entire sandwich as I’m driving away.
Maybe this is just a sign to stop going anywhere near places that make food in less than 10 minutes.
