To start off with the person behind the counter this evening had extremely selective hearing. When I asked him a question, he did not seem to actually hear that I said anything. I guess his brain his so efficiently programmed that it only recognized menu items. After basically shouting at the guy to get my question answered, I had worked up enough of an appetite that I definitely needed to order some food. So an order for the Grilled Onion Cheddar Burger and a large coffee was placed. Then came the disaster of the side salad. I could not decide on a dressing, but went with my first instinct and said French, followed by "or Ranch something". The staffer assured me that French was available, so I said, French it is then. Only to be told by the staffer's colleague a minute later that they had no French dressing. At this point, I figured it was safest to ask for a list of available dressings and then finally settled on the Southwest dressing since it promised some spice to what I expected to be a fairly plain salad. The staffer, who had previously not listened and assured me that French dressing was available, then handed me the package with the dressing, fork and napkins as if I was handed they keys to the kingdom. Somewhat puzzled what provided me with this honor, I then told the staffer's colleague that this order was to go and she may as well put the salad aka keys to the kingdom into the take-out bag with the salad and the burger. To which said colleague already knowingly rolled her eyes, making me believe it was not first unusual workflow the staffer had implemented in the McDonalds during his, what better be, a very brief stay. In any case, I eventually ended up with the correct order and left the store. By then, staffer was again standing in a trance-like state behind the cash register, probably scheming additional workflow alterations that were sure to bewilder future customers!
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