Universal Basic Income

[TakeYouToTasker]

 

I don't know what it's like where you live, but in my neck of the woods we have a bit of a language issue in most kitchens & food assembly-areas. More often than not "no tomatoes" will net you extra tomatoes, and occasionally you'll get no lettuce, extra mayo, and two kids-meal sized french fries. I eagerly await the kiosks.

Whenever I use a fast food drive through, I just tell them to give me whatever they want. When they ask why I tell them it's because that's exactly what they're going to do anyway, and that by asking for it, I'll be less disappointed.

[keepthefaith]

Whenever I use a fast food drive through, I just tell them to give me whatever they want. When they ask why I tell them it's because that's exactly what they're going to do anyway, and that by asking for it, I'll be less disappointed.

 

They can forget to give you a napkin so you'll still be disappointed.

Edited February 27, 2017 by keepthefaith

[unbillievable]

My friends make fun of me because every time I order from fast food, something goes wrong. Last time, they gave us 5 hot sauce packets on a 10 pack of tacos.

 

The most common (of course) is the wrong amount of food:

I've gotten 6 chicken on an 8 piece meal. No breasts... missing fries...

 

The wrong food: Popcorn chicken instead of a burrito. Chicken instead of Fish planks...dr pepper instead of coke...

 

...and the same problem with "special" orders as everyone else. (my kryptonite being onions. eww)

 

I also carry a box of plastic silverware in my car because they've forgotten the fork so many times.

 

It's an adventure.

 

I've been lobbying for kiosks even before these idiots started the fight for 15.

[DC Tom]

 

I don't know what it's like where you live, but in my neck of the woods we have a bit of a language issue in most kitchens & food assembly-areas. More often than not "no tomatoes" will net you extra tomatoes, and occasionally you'll get no lettuce, extra mayo, and two kids-meal sized french fries. I eagerly await the kiosks.

 

It's completely language-independent. Everywhere and anywhere I go, any language they speak..."no tomatoes" is a coin flip. Even in a Subway worked by college-aged suburban white guys, where you explicitly have to specify every single goddamn thing that goes on your sandwich, there's a 50-50 chance I end up with tomatoes even though I never say "put tomatoes on that."

 

It's like something out of a Douglas Adams novel. It's like they're in some weird quantum "there/not there" superposition of states, which only collapses to a single state of existence/non-existence when I bite in to the sandwich. Goddamn Schrodinger's Fruit.

[unbillievable]

Whenever I use a fast food drive through, I just tell them to give me whatever they want. When they ask why I tell them it's because that's exactly what they're going to do anyway, and that by asking for it, I'll be less disappointed.

 

 

 

It's completely language-independent. Everywhere and anywhere I go, any language they speak..."no tomatoes" is a coin flip. Even in a Subway worked by college-aged suburban white guys, where you explicitly have to specify every single goddamn thing that goes on your sandwich, there's a 50-50 chance I end up with tomatoes even though I never say "put tomatoes on that."

 

It's like something out of a Douglas Adams novel. It's like they're in some weird quantum "there/not there" superposition of states, which only collapses to a single state of existence/non-existence when I bite in to the sandwich. Goddamn Schrodinger's Fruit.

 

I think it's because of the sandwich trifecta. They hear "lettuce, tomato, and onions" together so many times that it's burned into their brains. Try to separate the three and it causes a mental breakdown.

[B-Man]

So long..............................and thanks for all the tomatoes

 

[Azalin]

Whenever I use a fast food drive through, I just tell them to give me whatever they want. When they ask why I tell them it's because that's exactly what they're going to do anyway, and that by asking for it, I'll be less disappointed.

 

I was referring to my experiences walking up and ordering at the counter. The drive through is without question an infinitely worse experience. True story - there was a Tex-Mex place in San Antonio called Sombrero Rosa (the place was built in the shape of a gigantic, pink, neon-trimmed sombrero - not tacky at all) that would get my order not just wrong, but ridiculously wrong, every single time I went through the drive through. To get even with them (this was 1990 - I was much younger and quicker to anger) I would order four or five different dinner plates, then pull out of the line, drive around to the front of the line, and order even more food, repeating the process until I had sufficiently laughed myself into a state of relative non-anger.

 

 

It's completely language-independent. Everywhere and anywhere I go, any language they speak..."no tomatoes" is a coin flip. Even in a Subway worked by college-aged suburban white guys, where you explicitly have to specify every single goddamn thing that goes on your sandwich, there's a 50-50 chance I end up with tomatoes even though I never say "put tomatoes on that."

 

It's like something out of a Douglas Adams novel. It's like they're in some weird quantum "there/not there" superposition of states, which only collapses to a single state of existence/non-existence when I bite in to the sandwich. Goddamn Schrodinger's Fruit.

 

Schrodinger indeed - with Heisenberg tendencies. One place I go serves great quesadillas, but I often like to have diced tomatoes added inside them along with the diced onion & chiles, but every single time, they come out on the side - sometimes in a separate dish, sometimes as slices on a separate plate, sometimes diced and added to the garnish, sometimes diced and sprinkled across the top of the quesadilla slices. In other words, there is no way you can be certain that you will get diced tomatoes and know how they will be presented.

Edited February 27, 2017 by Azalin