Me: I'd like a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a small vanilla shake.
She: Do you want the meal?
Me: I'd like a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a small vanilla shake.
She [incredulously]: You don't want the fries and the drink?
Me: I'd like a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a small vanilla shake.
Now, this isn't the first time I've had to repeat my order two or three times to get out from under the jackboot of the "meal combo," but this one had the funniest denouement: She eventually handed me a tray with a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a small vanilla shake - and an order of fries. At that point, further complaint would have been counterproductive and futile, so I took the tray without a word. I even ate a few of the fries.
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I'm lovin' it! (heh heh) A few years ago, I found myself at a Burger King, trying to buy some breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee. The woman said, "You want the combo?" I asked what it was and she said it came with home fries. I said, "No, just the sandwich and coffee." When she rings it up, it costs much more than the combo, so I say "That's too much." After she pitches a little fit ("I axed if you wanted the combo...") she gets the manager, who has the key so they can void the order, and then she rings in "the combo." I take my sandwich and coffee, and as I reach the door, that poor woman is yelling, "Hey! Mister! You forgot your home fries."
That's hilarious. I think this whole combo-meal system has been foisted upon America by the National French-Fry Producers Council.
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