Fast Food Encounter Very Sad

I don’t claim to be a math wizard, but my experience with a local fast food establishment was all I could encounter.

I wanted a fast lunch, so I darted to one of my favorite fast food corrals and ordered. You know that a microphone in the express lane always sounds like a baby talking through a speaker. The assistant gave me my total, and I thought she said $2.38. When I finally moved the window I handed the employee $2.38. “I need another dollar,” she observed.

“I’m sorry, I thought you said $2.38,” I said politely.

When I went to my wallet, I had only a Five-dollar bill. “Here, I’ll trade you. She then gave me back my $2.00 and kept the 38 cents.

I received my food, and sat there for my change. Nothing happened? She was busy taking the next order. When she finally looked at me, I told her I was waiting on my change.

“I gave you your change,” she announced.

“No you traded my five with the $2.00 I gave you.

“I’m sure I gave you $2.00,” she reported. “Wait, I’ll get another person.”

An elderly lady came forth, and asked me, “What is the problem?” I explained the entire transaction again, and she replied, “Yes that’s right she gave you $2.00.”

I turned around, and there about 10 cars behind me and no one was smiling. “Look, I got $7.00 in this game, and someone owes me $2.00,” I acknowledged.

The elderly lady then turned and went for the manager.

The manager appeared, heard my story, looked at the line behind and asked: “how much do we owe you?”
“You owe me $2.00,” I informed her.

She immediately went to the cash drawer and handed me my $2.00.

This week’s bottom line: Now you know why the public education system in America is not working. I’m betting a dollar for doughnut that none of the females knew what had just transpired.

When I’m home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we’re not cooking, we travel around in our camper; stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.
Dolly Parton

Amen Dolly!