BLAH.
Just got word yesterday that we're moving on MONDAY. So all my spare time is gonna be spent packing/moving/going insane.
And on top of that, my car is falling apart.
Why does everything happen at once?
Unrelated story.
Yesterday I went to Popeyes drive thru to get something for myself and my niece.
Yes, I know it's not the healthiest right now. But everything's packed.
I made my order, then the guy took one look at me and said, "Don't tell me you're eating this all yourself!"
Asshole.
That totally pushed me down a few pegs.
I kept calm because I knew if I started anything I would have pulled his (equally) fat ass through the tiny drive thru window and strangled him with the headset.
Being the better person sucks.
I sent a nastygram to Popeyes management about the incident. Said I won't go to that location because I don't want any of my money going to his paycheck, unless it went to etiquette lessons.
I just got a phone call back. They're having a meeting with him this week and sending me some vouchers for free food.
Moral of the story: No need to insult your customers. And also if you have a bad customer service incident, send a nastygram to the management. They do listen.
Now if you'll excuse me, I should get my car checked out before I head to class.
Later.
-Justin
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