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Drive-Thru Blues

The drive-thru did it again, messed my order up, I don't understand. All I ordered was a salad, and fries, you tell me, do these people have eyes? How hard could that be, simple as can be, a salad ,and fries, nobody in the line but me. So back I went to the fast food line, and ask them please, get it right this time. A gallon of gas is what it took, to come back here, and get the right food. No apology did I hear, not one little word, Really, some folks sure have the nerve. The next time I'll check, before I leave, saving me a trip back, with food I can't eat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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