What's Your Story?

[CocoaCaramel]

Okay I have one. Oneday I went to McDonalds. I don't know about everywhere else, but in Compton McDonalds stops selling breakfast at 10:50. So I go through the drive-thru @ about 10:55 and they tell me, "We're not selling lunch yet." I say, "Okay, well are you still selling breakfast?" The girl tells me no. So I ask them what are you selling? They told me to come back in 5 minutes.
How are they not going to be operating for 5 minutes. This is McDonalds!!! They don't all break at the same time. So what's the deal???

That has to be my most ghetto experience EVER!!!

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[jali0004]

When I was in high school, I worked at Arby's Roast Beef. One day, we ran out of...guess??? ROAST BEEF!! It just happens sometimes...

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[Wonderful1908]

I once went to Churchs Chicken ( bad idea from the start) and they had run out of side dishes and had the audacity to ask if we could wanted biscuits instead of a side. Or some free hotpeppers..... :roll eyes: :roll eyes:

[prettypoodle6]

went to subway once and they had plenty of meat, cheese, bread and all..... but they didnt have any more paper to wrap the sandwiches in....

[HopefulJD]

Originally posted by Ideal08:
Please tell me that is not really what the sign said. Please.

Yes ma'am, hence the quotes (hahaha)

[tickledpink]

Originally posted by HopefulJD:
Well, I can relate. I went to a Kentucky Fried Chicken in my area and not only did they not have chicken, but they didnt have macaroni & cheese either. Imagine pillin gup to the drive through after waiting for 15 minutes, only to see a sign that says "Sorry we out of chicken" (shaking my head)

THAT happened to me too! I was like, UNBELIEVABLE! How does a restaurant named Kentucky Fried Chicken run out of...chicken? And why does Bojangles always run out of wings? And someone else stated this: McDonald's shake machine,... is always out of order, or they're out of ice cream. It happens so often, I think they're just not trained to use the darned machine!

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[12dn94dst]

hi all!

I have a theory about the shake machine @ McDonald's. They're not truly out of ice cream nor is the machine really broken. It's just that the ONE PERSON who knows how to put the machine back together (it has to be taken apart at night to be cleaned) is off that day.

CocoaCaramel, I'm feeling you on the breakfast/lunch time thing. In the Atlanta area, lunch starts at 10:30. I pull up at 10:20 to get a late breakfast, placed my order and got (sucking her teeth) "we ain't servin breakfast no mo." I thought, alrighty then, maybe they're starting lunch early. I begin to give my lunch order and she CUTS ME OFF "we ain't got nuthin ready yet. all you can get is something to drank." I said "not from this store" and drove off. That was the LAST time I went to that particular McDonalds.

[NOWorNEVER]

It seems the ghetto people working at Bojangles can't count. I go in and order an 8 piece. I open the box...7 pieces of chicken. Oookay,..."excuse me, miss, I ordered an 8 piece."
"oh, sorry suga, hold on..."she takes the box from me and disappears for a few minutes. She comes back and hands me another box. I open it. Guess what?...STILL only 7 pieces of chicken. "excuse me, ma'am, I still only have 7 pieces of chicken."
"Sorry baby, my mind is just not here today." she takes the box and comes back again. This time there ARE 8 pieces, but only legs and wings. I never went back to that particular Bojangles again.
~NoN

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*someday...if it's in God's will*

Well let me tell you all my story in Golden Girls style....

Picture it, Lunchtime, Burger King 2001..

There was a long line in the drive thru. There's a little cord on the ground that alerts the people inside that there is another customer at the speaker when your tires roll over it. Well I wasn't completely up to the speaker due to the car in front of me, even though my tires hit the cord. The ghetto girl proceeds with, can I take your order? How about welcome to Burger King, would you like to try one of our value meals today and all that good
stuff anyway......Being that I wasn't close enough to the speaker, I waited until the line moved forward, then waited for the ghetto soldier to acknowledge my presence once again. Sistagurl had me sitting there for five minutes. I blew my horn in a polite way, just one "beep," ghetto soldier igged me. I'm saying to myself alrighty let me do this again, "beep." Sistergurl told me and I quote: "I just know you ain't blowing at me like that. When I asked to help you, you didn't say nothing. You must got....(yeah I said you must got) issues blowing your horn at me like that, now what do you want to order?" Um yall know I went off right? I told her she couldn't help me with a damn thang, got out of the drive thru parked my car and got out walking like Miss Sophia on the Color Purple....you told Harpo to beat me! Anyway I asked for the manager and the 800 number, he told me he would handle it and I said, I bet you will. I saw the number on the wall and proceeded to call on my cell phone right in her face and explained the lack of customer service skills in that establishment. I'm supposed to have it my way...remember. I also told them not to take their anger out on me due to the career they chose. These folks were no where near highschool age and no where near elderly either. The next time I went there everyone was so polite and the ghetto soldier and manager were no longer employed. "Manager position open, apply within" was the sign that greeted me

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[CrimsonRage]

Originally posted by Total Elegance:
Well let me tell you all my story in Golden Girls style....

Picture it Lunchtime, Burger King 2001..

There was a long line in the drive thru. There's a little cord on the ground that alerts the people inside that there is another customer at the speaker when your tires roll over it. Well I wasn't completely up to the speaker due to the car in front of me, even though my tires hit the cord. The ghetto girl proceeds with, can I take your order? How about welcome to Burger King and all that good
stuff anyway......Being that I wasn't close enough to the speaker, I waited until the line moved forward, then waited for the ghetto soldier to acknowledge my presence once again. Sistagurl had me sitting there for five minutes. I blew my horn in a polite way, just one "beep," ghetto soldier igged me. I'm saying to myself alrighty let me do this again, "beep." Sistergurl told me and I quote: "I just know you aren't blowing at me like that. When I asked to help you, you didn't say nothing. You must got....(yeah I said you must got) issues blowing your horn at me like that, now what do you want to order?" Um yall know I went off right? I told her she couldn't help me with a damn thang, got out of the drive thruh parked my car and got out walking like Miss Sophia on the Color Purple....you told Harpo to beat me! Anyway I asked for the manager and the 800 number, he told me he would handle it and I said, I bet you will. I saw the number on the wall and proceeded to call on my cell phone right in her face and explained the lack of customer service skills in that establishment. I'm supposed to have it my way...remember. I also told them not to take their anger out on me due to the career they chose. These folks were no where near highschool age and no where near elderly either. The next time I went there everyone was so polite and the ghetto soldier and manager were no longer employed. Manager position open, apply within was the sign that greeted me

HIGH-larious.


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[MeezDiscreet]

i went to jack-n-the-box, the "we don't make it till you order it" people. it was me and 2 friends. we all ordered then we rolled to the window, he informs us that "the grill don't work" now that's ridamndiculous!! everything they make is made on the grill!!!

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[AKAtude]

Originally posted by Total Elegance:
Well let me tell you all my story in Golden Girls style....

Picture it, Lunchtime, Burger King 2001..

There was a long line in the drive thru. There's a little cord on the ground that alerts the people inside that there is another customer at the speaker when your tires roll over it. Well I wasn't completely up to the speaker due to the car in front of me, even though my tires hit the cord. The ghetto girl proceeds with, can I take your order? How about welcome to Burger King, would you like to try one of our value meals today and all that good
stuff anyway......Being that I wasn't close enough to the speaker, I waited until the line moved forward, then waited for the ghetto soldier to acknowledge my presence once again. Sistagurl had me sitting there for five minutes. I blew my horn in a polite way, just one "beep," ghetto soldier igged me. I'm saying to myself alrighty let me do this again, "beep." Sistergurl told me and I quote: "I just know you ain't blowing at me like that. When I asked to help you, you didn't say nothing. You must got....(yeah I said you must got) issues blowing your horn at me like that, now what do you want to order?" Um yall know I went off right? I told her she couldn't help me with a damn thang, got out of the drive thru parked my car and got out walking like Miss Sophia on the Color Purple....you told Harpo to beat me! Anyway I asked for the manager and the 800 number, he told me he would handle it and I said, I bet you will. I saw the number on the wall and proceeded to call on my cell phone right in her face and explained the lack of customer service skills in that establishment. I'm supposed to have it my way...remember. I also told them not to take their anger out on me due to the career they chose. These folks were no where near highschool age and no where near elderly either. The next time I went there everyone was so polite and the ghetto soldier and manager were no longer employed. "Manager position open, apply within" was the sign that greeted me

[This message has been edited by Total Elegance (edited April 12, 2001).]

ROTFLMAO!!!!! You go, girl!!!! I've got to share this story!!

[DST Love]

Originally posted by Total Elegance:
I also told them not to take their anger out on me due to the career they chose

[This message has been edited by Total Elegance (edited April 12, 2001).]

My boyfriend says the same thing in these type of situations. You are too funny, Total Elegance. By the way, I love the way you started that in the Golden Girls style.

[nikki25]

Oh, yeah, this happened to me as well. I went to the good colonel's place, you know, Kentucky Fried Chicken. They told me: We don't have any more chicken. I was like, it seems to me that if your specialty is chicken , and you have none, perhaps it's time to close shop!!! What was worse, it was a Saturday evening, in an urban area, there was a line forming...people were H-O-T!

This weekend, I was at the mall, and one of the lil' stores was open. The cashiers and other related personnel were at the register. We wanted some drinks, and they said "You can't have anything to eat, we're closed". We wanted drinks. I'm like, why are you all still here? If you are not cooking no grub, don't look as if you are fully open and ready to serve! DANG, man!
But they served our drinks anyway. Now does that make sense? I'm thinking: Alrighty then: "We're closed, but we'll still serve up the drinks.!" (ugh)

Here's an off-topic comment, but I feel obligated to post this: Why do people go to McDonald's for a McRib when they specialize in burger-making? Why go to a burger place for seafood? (yuck) Good gracious, if it's not their specialty, it probably won't taste good. YOU KNOW that the Rib Joint or Red Lobster is down the street, don't pull up into Mickey D's MAN!



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[nikki25]

Originally posted by Total Elegance:
Anyway I asked for the manager and the 800 number, he told me he would handle it and I said, I bet you will. I saw the number on the wall and proceeded to call on my cell phone right in her face and explained the lack of customer service skills in that establishment. I'm supposed to have it my way...remember. I also told them not to take their anger out on me due to the career they chose. ]

I know that's right!

When I go into a service establishment, I expect that I will be greeted and assisted by servicing professionals...or at least with some decorum! I've been known to complain to management when receiving sub-par treatment. I know my rights! My green is important to me, so treat me as if you want the green, man!

I was in that restaurant where: "When you're here, you're family". The service was pish-posh. I complained to management the next day, with a desire to complain to national management. They compensated me right there with fair compensation. Everyone: Please know that if you are a customer, you should expect good customer service. When you don't get it, allow the appropriate persons to know of your disdain so that they can correct it disallowing it from happening to another person in the future! They will appreciate you, and in turn, they will often compensate you. It only can help!




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