Monday, July 09, 2007

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:

http://cherishauthor.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-world-sometimes.html

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!



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6 comments:

Duke_of_Earle said...

Ah, yes; good old Dumas. But y'know, there could be a Dumas in Florida as well! In fact, I've become convinced from my travels that EVERY state has its own Dumas, and some states have MANY of them! Louisiana, in particular, seems to have more than the average state. Alabama is a close second.

(I'm sure I'll be crucified by the residents of those states who read your blog. But remember, the original Dumas is in TEXAS!)

Dad

Christina said...

Yeah, well, if there's one in Florida it's probably in Polk or Pasco county and is probably actually spelled "Dumbass".

Peter said...

Hi Christina, I don't know Dumas, but I have had the pleasure?? of meeting up with many of its citizens.

Anonymous said...

This is great. But you know what? It happens every day in every city in the America. Thank God I don't have a franchise.

Merle said...

Hi Christina ~~ Enjoyed your story of McDonald's with the Dumas employees,
and checked on your earlier Dumas
post I think there are lots of places similar all over the world.
Thanks for your comments on my two
Great Grand-daughters - they are cute, but soooo far away.
Take care, Love, Merle.

Anonymous said...

Christina, how is the humidity there. I've travelled through Florida, by plane, but would like to take a vacation from Germany. When is the best time?