A Very Proliferative Little Town.
I'm referring to a little town in Texas called Dumas. So you will understand what I am talking about, here's the back story:
I went to a local McDonald's the other day and, as is my norm, I used the drive-thru. I ordered a chicken caesar salad with extra croutons and extra dressing. The girl asked me if I wanted the chicked grilled or crispy (read: fried). I told her I would like it grilled.
On the little "confirm your order" screen appears: "Bacon Ranch Salad Crispy, 2 Croutons"
I said, "Excuse me, but I ordered a caesar salad with grilled chicken, extra croutons and extra dressing."
"Oh." Pause. "OK."
After a couple seconds the little screen changed to read "Caesar Salad Grilled, 2 Croutons, 2 Dressing"
I thought, "Great! Now we're getting somewhere."
I drove around and paid. When they handed me the bag with the salad in it, I looked inside. I saw 2 crouton packs, one pack of ranch dressing, and a salad in a plastic container with a lid on it. The girl at the window (a different girl, mind you) said, "Oh wait, I think I gave you the wrong salad." I agreed and gave it back.
She took it somewhere inside where all 4 or 5 employees on duty proceeded to have a discussion about it. I heard bits like "what's that?", "what'd she order?" , "Is this a caesar salad?", "it's grilled chicken", "that IS what she ordered, see?", and other snippets along that line.
Girl #2 came back to the window and asked, "Ma'am, did you order a caesar salad?"
I said, "yeeeeeesssss." (in a tone that hinted, ever so slightly, "you moron!")
She smiled sweetly at me and said real nice, like I was the stupid one, "Well, this is a caesar salad."
I took a deep breath and said, "That may well be. I didn't examine the salad itself. But the dressing in there is ranch, and I wanted caesar dressing. Plus, I ordered 2 of them, not just 1."
She said, "I'll just switch out the dressing!" She removed the one packet of ranch dressing, then proceeded to dig around in my bag for a couple more minutes. She finally looked up and said, "Where's the other one?" I patiently explained that there was only one in the bag - that was, in fact, part of the problem.
I can't imagine a crew of random strangers each being that dumb. They must have migrated from Dumas as a group and somehow taken over a fast food franchise.
Watch out, your town could be next!