And Now You Know The Rest Of The Story. Good Day!

If you’re checking in for the first time in a few days, read my post from yesterday before you read the rest of this post. It will make much more sense!!

When I last left the story, I was standing at the Burger King counter waiting for our order. There was another lady next to me waiting for her order as well.

From behind comes 3rd Lady who says, in very broken English, that she had picked up the wrong order. She pushed her tray onto the counter, & on the tray sat an opened chicken sandwich, sitting on top of an OPEN wrapper, & a half-eaten carton of French fries.

The Burger King employee (who apparently also spoke little English) looked at 3rd Lady and didn’t understand what she wanted. Was the sandwich made wrong? Huh? She showed his receipt & said oh….you picked up the wrong order.

BK Man asked the lady next to me, who was still waiting for her food, if she had Order #11. “Yes” she says. And so……

BK Man proceeds to wrap the already opened sandwich & pushed the tray towards the lady waiting for her order…WITH the half-eaten carton of fries. I was completely appalled & grossed out, & I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

Normally, I don’t butt into other people’s business, but some power overtook me & I had to say how nasty that was, & I couldn’t believe they would try to serve that sandwich to someone else. Then I proceeded (*gasp*) to suggest that BK should replace the fries as well for the woman waiting.

BK Man literally chucked the sandwich in the trash can since they couldn’t pawn it off on anyone else & huffed as they made the orders correct. If we hadn’t already made it through half our meal already & if we hadn’t already tried every single other food establishment in the immediate area, we would have gone elsewhere.

And…to top off the entire evening…just as we’re finishing eating dinner, a band of Motorcycle Pool-Playing Elders comes in. The men: clad in Harley jackets, head wraps, carrying pool sticks in leather cases. No real problem there. The women: in their 60s, carrying their own pool sticks in cases, EACH ONE wearing some form of black stiletto heel or boot & a mini-skirt (some black leather, one white spandex), & black hose.

We must have looked like the tourists of all tourists. We were all matching in our Mickey head tie dye shirts…and this BK clearly didn’t have any other vacationers!

Jeff finally laughed & said we must be on camera somewhere, because this comedy of errors was too much to be just a coincidence. *Sigh*