My rambling thoughts Tuesday night as I lay curled up on the wonderful bathmat. With a blanket and pillow of course.
I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard the distinct sound of my husband, home from work. His voice was filled with anxiety and his tone was irritated; he was punching each syllable for emphasis.
I ordered a Jumbo Jack and a regular shake and I got a Jumbo Jack with cheese and a large shake.
I knew where this was going. He had the same thing happen to him last week and I got the whole story then. According to my husband, cheese ruins a good burger. There is a delicate balance of taste in the pickle, the onion, the burger, the bun, the sauce that is absolutely ruined by a slice of melted cheese.
He wasn’t sure if the girl had just made a mistake or if she had actually up sold him on purpose.
I had told him that the last time I went through a drive through fast food joint I had ordered a meal and the price the girl tried to get off me at the window did not match the one on the menu board so I had questioned her and found out she “accidently” larged up my meal. I had already counted out the exact change for my meal and when she asked if I still wanted the regular size or to go ahead with the big version I put on my huffy voice and waited for a fresh, regular sized meal.
My theory is that the fast food workers are told to push the up sale, but being the minimum wage workers, often with language challenges, that they are, some of them just up sale you without asking. And most people don’t notice…
Tuesday night, my husband did not notice he was charged a couple dollars more than he should have been until he got home, bit into his burger, and discovered to his horror that it was ruined, AGAIN. SECOND TIME IN A WEEK, with a slice of melted American cheese.
I ambled my weak and flu ravaged self downstairs to see the show in person. I figured my daughter, usually on the computer late at night doing college work (social internet surfing) was his hostage audience.
But he was on the phone. Sitting next to our daughter in the office. Daughter looked amused.
He hung up, after getting the name of the manager and letting her know he was reporting this offense to the national Jack in the Crack authorities.
Daughter smiled at me. Well aware how to trigger a complete story from her daddy she winks at me and says
They put cheese in daddy’s Jumbo Jack.
And off he went again. The story always begins with the balance of taste and the importance of the pickle.
So. Is it a conspiracy? Anyone else supersized without permission?
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