I thought I had Burger King figured out.
With pictures on the wall and an ability to make the words sound pretty close from a year of Spanish and listening skills, I thought I had ordering a cool mocha frio all worked out. SO I strode confidently to the counter and said, "mocha Frio"
I wasn't ready for the question. The question threw me off.
It may have been "what size?" It may have been "The shake machine is broken". The one about the broken shake machine is the default position for US fast food workers who hate to take the thing apart to clean the thing, So they have figured out this little "life hack" to make their workday more pleasant. Power to the people.
The Capitalist that decided to open this poison factory just will have to get by without my 22 extra pesos, that being the difference between the drink I wanted and the Cafe' American, black coffee, that I wound up ordering after being derailed by that nefarious question.
I related my thanks to the kid who clearly didn't care. Why would he? A shit job is a shit job. I thanked him for saving me the calories from the Zucre. I know how to say sugar. I repeated, just so he would get my point, "Zucre, Zucre, Zucre, Gordo Gordo Gordo." Then I thanked him again. No zucre mi flacco, gracias. He wouldn't stop laughing. The fun continued at the other end of the counter where one would think that a simple voiced directive would have had me on my way. I stood there, smiling. No coffee.
So i pointed to the Big sign that said "specilidad de cafe du favorita" and repeated "frio"
The guy at the other end of the counter who was ignoring me on purpose then pointed to the manager.
Well played, coffee boy, well played. If you are going to be a disaffected obtuse mono-lingual counter guy, do it right, he did. He gets my Meridian Customer Service Hall of fame nomination. If you have one to add contact me at the paper and we will get it in there and have a banquet, at Burger King, to honor his great idea.
I refuse to be ignored so I started telling his buddies what a great job he was doing and that he was taking a siesta standing up, and repeating how I was sure that he would a manger someday, hitting them with rapid fire English which cracked them up, (knowing English as they all do).
It was time to access that part of my brain that brings the merriment like rain. Here is your Yucateccan Song of the day, Inspired by the Burger King by the hospital. (This is a croonery Ballad)
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"There's a part of my brain, that brings smiles like rain.
I can access this oaffishness easily....."
"Willing butt of the joke, you'll laugh til you choke,
but my gal would yell at me usually."
"Why do you always have to be such a jerk, its not much , I know, but at least it is work, you should try it and take me to dinner some day"
"I'm just a Grasshopper in love, I live for the day, Tomorrows not promised, lets get drunk today, Grasshopper of love, in love with an ant, I say it will work while she screams that it cant."
"Grasshopper in love and summers starting to fade, insect alfred e newman, not worried at all......
With pictures on the wall and an ability to make the words sound pretty close from a year of Spanish and listening skills, I thought I had ordering a cool mocha frio all worked out. SO I strode confidently to the counter and said, "mocha Frio"
I wasn't ready for the question. The question threw me off.
It may have been "what size?" It may have been "The shake machine is broken". The one about the broken shake machine is the default position for US fast food workers who hate to take the thing apart to clean the thing, So they have figured out this little "life hack" to make their workday more pleasant. Power to the people.
The Capitalist that decided to open this poison factory just will have to get by without my 22 extra pesos, that being the difference between the drink I wanted and the Cafe' American, black coffee, that I wound up ordering after being derailed by that nefarious question.
I related my thanks to the kid who clearly didn't care. Why would he? A shit job is a shit job. I thanked him for saving me the calories from the Zucre. I know how to say sugar. I repeated, just so he would get my point, "Zucre, Zucre, Zucre, Gordo Gordo Gordo." Then I thanked him again. No zucre mi flacco, gracias. He wouldn't stop laughing. The fun continued at the other end of the counter where one would think that a simple voiced directive would have had me on my way. I stood there, smiling. No coffee.
So i pointed to the Big sign that said "specilidad de cafe du favorita" and repeated "frio"
The guy at the other end of the counter who was ignoring me on purpose then pointed to the manager.
Well played, coffee boy, well played. If you are going to be a disaffected obtuse mono-lingual counter guy, do it right, he did. He gets my Meridian Customer Service Hall of fame nomination. If you have one to add contact me at the paper and we will get it in there and have a banquet, at Burger King, to honor his great idea.
I refuse to be ignored so I started telling his buddies what a great job he was doing and that he was taking a siesta standing up, and repeating how I was sure that he would a manger someday, hitting them with rapid fire English which cracked them up, (knowing English as they all do).
It was time to access that part of my brain that brings the merriment like rain. Here is your Yucateccan Song of the day, Inspired by the Burger King by the hospital. (This is a croonery Ballad)
\
"There's a part of my brain, that brings smiles like rain.
I can access this oaffishness easily....."
"Willing butt of the joke, you'll laugh til you choke,
but my gal would yell at me usually."
"Why do you always have to be such a jerk, its not much , I know, but at least it is work, you should try it and take me to dinner some day"
"I'm just a Grasshopper in love, I live for the day, Tomorrows not promised, lets get drunk today, Grasshopper of love, in love with an ant, I say it will work while she screams that it cant."
"Grasshopper in love and summers starting to fade, insect alfred e newman, not worried at all......
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