While on my way to having yet another exciting friday in the office, I decided to stop at the BK for some grub–WTFBBQ Stackers and french fries sound awesome when you budget for these economic times by eating in for the past two weeks. I gave myself plenty of extra time to get to work–forty minutes to be exact–and made sure to stop off at the BK by work. It doesn’t have the friendliest customer service or the lowest hold times, but the quality of the food is decent–moreso, than the one by the house. Anyway, I knew I was in for serious lag time when I pulled into line and the white grandma car in front of me was trying to talk to the lady in the speakerbox with the front of the car, oh, a good 5 feet in front of the box. As she yelled the eardrums of everyone within a two-mile raidus away, I couldn’t help but overhear that she was ordering 6 value meals and 2 kids meals. I looked at the clock — 1:49pm. Subtracting away twenty minutes from the clock set in my car gave me the actual time of 1:29pm. 16 minutes to clock into work.

Of course, it took nearly ten minutes for the lady in box to understand the conglomeration of a words, value meal numbers, and + and – special orders coming out of the woman’s mouth, and six more minutes for the BK worker to repeat it back to the lady in the car correctly, before the little white car pulled around and it was my turn to order my simple BBQ Stacker. Relieved by my short order, the woman sweetly told me to pull around to the second window.

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