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webbgirlSo, I'm a bit perplexed by why some people feel that being rude to the folks behind the counter at fast food places is going to get them better service. I mean if I follow a logic progression Me+Rude=>Server<>=Fabulous feelings of wellbeing or desire to improve my dining experience.
Yesterday I went to Taco Bell for lunch (which fit into my WW points in case you were wondering). It was a nice little walk and I've been craving one of their Burrito Supremes lately. Also? Totally unrelated and not of any interest to anyone except maybemeyerlemon, but I saw one of the fabulous beagles again on the walk. (meyerlemon you must come strolling down 1st near Crescent Heights with me at some point since that's where I tend to spot the beagles walking.)
Anyway, I get to Taco Bell and there is a man at the front of the line ordering. Quite loudly. He's speaking to the girl behind the counter as if she doesn't understand English and asks for the manager. (For the record the girl was Latina, but I'd be willing to lay money that her English skills exceeded said gentleman's. The manager was Latino. It's L.A., what did he expect?) The man continued to state over and over again (for what must have been a full 5-10 minutes) that he wanted the tortilla shell for his taco warm. Not cold, WARM! After he went on for a couple minutes about how his shells are always cold there (with 6 of us waiting in line the whole time) I finally mentioned that maybe his shells may end up cold because he spent so much of his time ordering them and if he moved a little faster, they might still be warm. What? I was hungry dammit!
The man finally moved along, still complaining loudly the entire time.
Today, I was in Baja Fresh picking up my lunch and there was a woman who kept repeating (in an extremely rude tone) that she didn't want cheese on the item she ordered. The girl behind the counter repeatedly told her (in a very Customer!Friendly tone) that cheese did not come on that item.
Seriously? Why the rudeness folks?
Oh, and one good thing I found out this weekend. If you ever want to find a great place for a manicure and pedicure in L.A.? Ask the nearest gay man. I randomly ran across 4 different guys at the Grove all raving about the same nail place on Fairfax. When I got there, I'm pretty sure one of the guys getting a pedi was one of the Queer Eye guys. Either that, or he's his younger twin.
Yesterday I went to Taco Bell for lunch (which fit into my WW points in case you were wondering). It was a nice little walk and I've been craving one of their Burrito Supremes lately. Also? Totally unrelated and not of any interest to anyone except maybe
meyerlemon, but I saw one of the fabulous beagles again on the walk. (meyerlemon you must come strolling down 1st near Crescent Heights with me at some point since that's where I tend to spot the beagles walking.)Anyway, I get to Taco Bell and there is a man at the front of the line ordering. Quite loudly. He's speaking to the girl behind the counter as if she doesn't understand English and asks for the manager. (For the record the girl was Latina, but I'd be willing to lay money that her English skills exceeded said gentleman's. The manager was Latino. It's L.A., what did he expect?) The man continued to state over and over again (for what must have been a full 5-10 minutes) that he wanted the tortilla shell for his taco warm. Not cold, WARM! After he went on for a couple minutes about how his shells are always cold there (with 6 of us waiting in line the whole time) I finally mentioned that maybe his shells may end up cold because he spent so much of his time ordering them and if he moved a little faster, they might still be warm. What? I was hungry dammit!
The man finally moved along, still complaining loudly the entire time.
Today, I was in Baja Fresh picking up my lunch and there was a woman who kept repeating (in an extremely rude tone) that she didn't want cheese on the item she ordered. The girl behind the counter repeatedly told her (in a very Customer!Friendly tone) that cheese did not come on that item.
Seriously? Why the rudeness folks?
Oh, and one good thing I found out this weekend. If you ever want to find a great place for a manicure and pedicure in L.A.? Ask the nearest gay man. I randomly ran across 4 different guys at the Grove all raving about the same nail place on Fairfax. When I got there, I'm pretty sure one of the guys getting a pedi was one of the Queer Eye guys. Either that, or he's his younger twin.