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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
So I pull up to the drive thru, explain that I have a coupon, and order the 2 for $5 special. There's nothing, just silence. So I say "hello?"
"Ah, you have a coupon?"
"What does it say?"
Is he kidding? "It says for $5 I can order two chicken sandwiches." More silence. "Hello?"
A new voice comes on, this one a woman. "What kind of coupon, ma'am?"
"It says for $5 I can order two chicken sandwiches." I'm starting to get annoyed. I look at the coupon. "I have a choice of chicken, chicken and bacon or chicken cordon bleu."
"Cordon bleu? We don't have cordon bleu." Silence. "Can you please bring it up to the window so we can see it?"
God, they're idiots! "Okay." As I pull forward I think to myself, the last time I came here I asked for horsey sauce for my sandwich and was told they didn't carry it. An Arbys without horsey sauce?
I made up my mind not to come back as I'm forced to stop behind a truck. After about five minutes he finally drives away. Then it's my turn. I roll my window down and hand the woman the coupon. If she tells me they're not going to honor the coupon after I drove two miles out of my way for the stupid sandwiches I'm going to send a message to the email addy on the coupon and complain.
The woman glances at the coupon. She was really very nice, had a nice smile on her face and everything. Then she glances at me and says, "ma'am, this coupon is for Arbys."
Now I'm the silent one. I glance around but there's nothing to indicate that I'm not at Arbys. So I'm forced to ask, "well, where am I?"