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Would you like fries with that?

I have an awesome post to explain this expression :

But I’m tired and it requires more time and emotion than I have to put into it right this second.

Instead, I have to tell you about my McStupid moment.

“I need four cheeseburgers and I need two with ketchup only and…”

“Ok, so you want two cheeseburgers and two with ketchup only.”

“No.  I need four cheeseburgers normal and two with ketchup only. Six all together.”

“Oh. Ok. Is that all?”

“No.  I need two more cheeseburgers with ketchup an

d pickles.”

“Two with ketchup and two with ketchup and pickles only.”

“And four normal cheeseburgers.”

“Four cheeseburgers.”

“No. Four normal cheeseburgers AND two with ketchup only AND two with pickles and ketchup.  Eight cheeseburgers. EIGHT.”

“So…four cheeseburgers with ketchup…”

“NO. Look at me….” four fingers up on the left hand, “I need 4 regular cheeseburgers…” two fingers went up on the right hand, “PLUS 2 cheeseburgers with ketchup ONLY…” two more fingers on my right hand, “AND 2 cheeseburgers with ketchup and pickles.”

No answer. No expression.  Just an obvious confusion.


I am standing in line at McDonalds, making sign language for burgers and you still aren’t getting it?

I need 8 cheeseburgers! 8 cheeseburgers! I will come back and make them myself, just give me 8 cheeseburgers!

“Ok. Is that all?”

“No, I need 2 small and 1….no, no, let’s make it easy, just give me 3 LARGE FRIES.”

“Does that complete your order?”

“Read it back to me please.”



The girl finally hands me the bag with this look of complete terror on her face.  I opened the bag and unwrapped each and every hamburger (because I am JUST like that) and guess what …they were all plain cheeseburgers, with nothing on them at all.

We both sighed.

“Can I get you a manager?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Oh, McDonald’s Training Program: McFAIL.

**Also, today I’m over here, talking about how I’m making an effort to not always be the one behind the lens.

18 Comments on “Would you like fries with that?”

  1. #1 Melisa
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 3:46 pm

    OMG, I HATE THAT. It is not brain surgery, working at McD’s. I did it for 2 1/2 years in and shortly after high school, and the majority of the rest of the crew was made up of my 16-18 year old friends. We could handle stuff like that back in the day. What is so hard about your request??? NOTHING.
    Ack! Once again, current crew members giving us alumni a bad rep. 🙁

    (at least she recognized you were going to have to talk to someone??)

    Melisas last blog post..If Only A Frosting-Covered Jeremy Piven Had Been Available, It Would Have Been A Perfect Evening.

  2. #2 Matthew
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 3:57 pm

    And people think that the fact that young people today don’t know how many states we have is our biggest problem…

  3. #3 Vic
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 5:01 pm

    The people at our local burger king are pretty much like that. I try and avoid it.

  4. #4 Awesome Mom
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 5:18 pm

    Yeah I hate going to fast food restaurants, it seems like at least half the time our orders are messed up somehow. One time I went through the drive through after confirming my order. I pay and they hand me a drink and a small bag. I then waited expectantly since I was obviously short my kid’s meals. It turns out that they had given me the wrong order and did not even have mine in the list. They had to do it all from scratch again. I was miffed to say the least. I don;t go there any more.

    Awesome Moms last blog post..A Very Sincere Pumpkin Patch

  5. #5 Debbie
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 7:26 pm

    Oh HAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry! Yeah, how about this one – we go to Subway and after I get the meat he asks what veggies I want. I say that I want everything but no jalapenos. Then he proceeds to ask about each individual vegetable anyway…did I NOT say everything, but NO JALAPENOS!

  6. #6 Double Agent Girl
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 8:02 pm

    OMG. McKraps.
    Why is it so hard to do this job? It seems quite simple. Take the order, fill it. If you have any doubts, check the little white paper that came OUT of the register when you punched it in. McBrains.

    This photo? Dress looks FAB!

    Double Agent Girls last blog post..Sugarpants and the Agent’s Infinite Girl-date

  7. #7 Beverly
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 8:49 pm

    I was totally lost until you did the finger count…does that make me officially “Mc-fused”?

    Beverlys last blog post..The Glimpse

  8. #8 Sammanthia
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 9:09 pm

    I hope you didn’t make her make change for you… that might have sent her over the edge.

    Sammanthias last blog post..Weekly Winners… Godspeed

  9. #9 Nicole
    on Oct 19th, 2008 at 10:06 pm

    LMAO!!! Wow….all I can muster at this point is WOW!

    Nicoles last blog post..I have flying kids!!!!

  10. #10 Gwendolyn
    on Oct 20th, 2008 at 10:17 am

    Oh dear. If that had happened to my husband, he would have left and gone somewhere else. He used to work in restaraunt management, and he has NO patience with bad customer service or innept order-takers. LOL

    Gwendolyns last blog post..

  11. #11 threeundertwo
    on Oct 20th, 2008 at 11:03 am

    I would have asked for a senior person by the second time she screwed up. I have zero patience for that sort of stuff.

    How will these people survive when it’s time to get a more serious job? How do they get through school?

    threeundertwos last blog post..Scary enough

  12. #12 Heather
    on Oct 20th, 2008 at 11:41 am

    Yep, sounds familiar! The “joys” of having kids that are picky eaters! But, this story is just tooo funny! What did the manager do? I hope he gave you some free fries!

    Heathers last blog post..The best motivation ever….my daughter!

  13. #13 Marisa
    on Oct 20th, 2008 at 12:24 pm

    That is typical of McDonalds. I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I have ordered a Quarter Pounder NO CHEESE, and get one with cheese. Even when they put the double checked sticker on, it will still have cheese. I don’t order it without cheese because I’m a picky eater, the cheese will kill me, literally! When I hand back the cheeseburger, they have tried scraping the cheese off, and I have to tell them that its not good enough.

    I try to avoid McDonalds at all costs, especially since they came out with the truth about their french fries a few years ago. They had been lying about the ingredients, there is milk in the french fries.

  14. #14 Debbie
    on Oct 20th, 2008 at 3:28 pm

    Milk in french fries???? Hmmm…weird. I did not know that, but we don’t eat McDonald’s if we can help it.

  15. #15 Marie
    on Oct 21st, 2008 at 2:07 am

    I never worked at McD’s…probably a good thing since when you said “I need four cheeseburgers and I need two with ketchup only” I also read that as four….2 normal and 2 with ketchup! Numbers are not my thing. *blush* Oh lord I hope I don’t do anything stupid one day that ends me up on a blog!! Though on second thought, that would be kinda funny if I came to the blog and went….”Heeeeyyy….I’m the moron she’s talking about!!!! I’m FAMOUS!!” 😀

    I just had another thought….imagine on that girl’s blog there’s a page about the customer with a confusing order!!

  16. #16 Dan Cohen
    on Oct 22nd, 2008 at 10:16 pm

    how funny.

  17. #17 Normal to Natalie
    on Oct 22nd, 2008 at 10:20 pm

    thank goodness you weren’t in the drive thru!!!

    oh, I’m laughing.

    Normal to Natalies last blog post..Date Night

  18. #18 Ann of the Incredible Gift
    on Oct 23rd, 2008 at 4:34 am

    The first night at the second hospital, it was late, very late, when they gave Margret the OK to eat.

    Cafeteria closed, so I got some peanut butter and crackers from the nutrition room. She ate them, eagerly, but she wanted some ‘real food’. Not snacks, mom, REAL FOOD!

    So I went down to the 24 hour McD…
    and asked for a grilled chicken sandwich , and please can you cut it into quarters?

    He had to go back and ask. (new hire?)

    Ok, but why do you want it cut up?

    Because my daughter hasn’t had anything to eat since lunch, I don’t want to risk her stuffing the whole sandwich into her mouth at once and choking. (she’s usually more sensible than that, but having watched her nearly inhale cracker crumbs from the peanut butter crackers, I wanted to err on the cautious side)

    He asked, “How many pieces you want that cut into?”

    “Into quarters, please.”

    “Yes, but how many pieces you want that cut into?”

    Doesn’t everybody know that ‘quarters’ means something divided into four parts? Guess not.

    At least he brought it over to show me, and ask “Is this what you wanted?” before putting it into the bag.

    YES! Very nice, thank you.