Oh man. I realize all too well that I am less than coherent most of the time, but that 4 am entry this morning was just attrocious. I had trouble reading it just now. Yech.
Jack-in-the-Box fries are horrible. Just horrible. I drove up to the JitB speaker and asked for "three monster tacos and a regular coke". The lady says "Okay, the monster tacos are ninety-nine cents each, but we have a meal deal that includes two monster tacos and a drink, so when you say you want three monster tacos, you're confusing me."
What huh?
She really yanked the stool out from under me on that one. I said I wanted three monster tacos and a drink. I didn't say anything about a combo meal. I don't order the combo meal, because it comes with the crappy fries. But I was in a hurry and didn't want her to totally screw up the order by venturing outside the tried-n-true combo format, so I caved "oh, I wasn't looking at your combo meals, but okay, I'll take a number one combo with a coke, and could you pour some lye on the fries so they don't stink when I bury them? Thanks." Whatever.
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