Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Customer Service with a Smile?
I have become addicted to Checker’s hot dogs. I know, I know… don’t judge me.
So I go to the drive-thru and order three hotdogs (they are just 99cents). I am greeted by a rude, ghetto worker.
Checkers Worker: Yeah.
Corey Keith: Excuse me.
Checkers Worker: Yeah, can I take yo order.
Corey Keith: Three hot dogs, please.
Checkers: Three chili dogs?
Corey Keith: Three hot dogs.
Checkers Worker: Huh? Nobody orders hot dogs. $3.21. Drive around.
And I drive around and wait ten minutes while the car in front of me gets three bags of food. When I finally get to the window, I am greeted by weave all over the place and two gold teeth blinging hard.
Corey Keith: How much is it?
Checkers Worker: Huh?
Corey Keith: How much is the order?
Checkers Worker: I told you 3.21.
I hand it over and take the bag.
Corey Keith: Excuse me. Can I have some ketchup?
Checkers Worker: We ain’t got no ketchup.
How can a fast food restaurant not have ketchup? I am almost sure there was ketchup in the back but she did not want to get it.
Why? Why can I not get decent customer service in my neighborhood? I know, I know… don’t tell me… some one already said it in response to my Shirley Franklin post.