On the way home Saturday evening, we stopped by the KFC in Atascosita to pick up some chicken. That stop was a total disaster. What should have been a five minute stop stretched to thirty, and there were so many things that went wrong that the visit went from annoying to infuriating to hilarious.
The young man behind the counter was relatively clean and well groomed. He did not use profanity or expose himself to any of the customers, but other than that, I can’t think of anything to say in his favor. He had no clue how to manage the counter – could only handle one customer/one order at a time, and he had difficulty with that.
Once we finally got our order, it was wrong, but at least we eventually did get food. Other customers had even more problems than we did.
One customer’s bill came to $5.41. The guy handed him a twenty and the register told the kid to dole out $14.59 in change. By that time, the customer had placed 41 cents on the counter, and the poor kid had no idea that to do. The customer asked for a ten and a five and eventually the kid agreed, only to discover that there were no tens in the register. The customer asked for three fives, and in the background I could hear my wife saying “a five and ten ones, or twenty fifty-cent pieces, forty quarters…”
Eventually, the kid gave the customer his order, three fives, and a handful of coins. The guy rolled his eyes, took it all and left.
Another customer, an Indian gentleman about fifty, looked at me and said “These people will be ruling our country in a few years.”
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