So today for lunch I decided to get something besides the usual gas station shit I eat everyday because I manage a gas station and the food's just there. On my way back from the bank I decide that a Market Fresh Sandwich from Arby's sounds delicious and that's what I'll have for lunch.
I drive to the speaker box where you place your order and the guy asks me if I want to try one of their cool new foods. I didn't even understand what the hell he was saying so I asked him what he had said. He then says can I take your order in an exasperated tone. Don't get mad at me you bastard! You're the one that needs to talk with more annunciation! I proceed to place my order, which was a number 16 with a Dr. Pepper. I tell him a medium-sized combo meal is fine. He gives me the total and I pull around to the window.
The girl at the window, who did not take my order, was very friendly. I pay, get my food and drive off. This is where I made the mistake of not checking my order until I got back to work. I sit down to enjoy a delicious, fresh, healthy sandwich when what to my surprise is in the bottom of the brown bag? A huge greasy, probably been sitting under the heat lamp for hours beef and cheddar sandwich. Agh! I was pissed, but didn't have time to go back because I had too much to do at work today. So I told myself that it was fine and just eat the damn thing because you're hungry! I try to grab the thing out of the plastic holder it was in, but couldn't without my hands getting cheesed on. So I have cheese all over my hands by the time I take my first bite. There was so much fucking cheese on the thing that the whole sandwich wouldn't stay together! It kept sliding around getting sauce and cheese all over my face and hands. Gross! I probably looked like a toddler eating spaghetti or something because of the mess. Hell!
Finally I gave up because the bun disappeared faster than the rest of the sandwich and decided to just drink my Dr. Pepper. Thank God for Dr. Pepper. I shouldn't drink it because it's horrible for you, but we all do things that are horrible for us, right? So the point of this shit for a post is don't go to the Arby's in Draper unless you want to hire a maid to clean up a fucking disaster.
I drive to the speaker box where you place your order and the guy asks me if I want to try one of their cool new foods. I didn't even understand what the hell he was saying so I asked him what he had said. He then says can I take your order in an exasperated tone. Don't get mad at me you bastard! You're the one that needs to talk with more annunciation! I proceed to place my order, which was a number 16 with a Dr. Pepper. I tell him a medium-sized combo meal is fine. He gives me the total and I pull around to the window.
The girl at the window, who did not take my order, was very friendly. I pay, get my food and drive off. This is where I made the mistake of not checking my order until I got back to work. I sit down to enjoy a delicious, fresh, healthy sandwich when what to my surprise is in the bottom of the brown bag? A huge greasy, probably been sitting under the heat lamp for hours beef and cheddar sandwich. Agh! I was pissed, but didn't have time to go back because I had too much to do at work today. So I told myself that it was fine and just eat the damn thing because you're hungry! I try to grab the thing out of the plastic holder it was in, but couldn't without my hands getting cheesed on. So I have cheese all over my hands by the time I take my first bite. There was so much fucking cheese on the thing that the whole sandwich wouldn't stay together! It kept sliding around getting sauce and cheese all over my face and hands. Gross! I probably looked like a toddler eating spaghetti or something because of the mess. Hell!
Finally I gave up because the bun disappeared faster than the rest of the sandwich and decided to just drink my Dr. Pepper. Thank God for Dr. Pepper. I shouldn't drink it because it's horrible for you, but we all do things that are horrible for us, right? So the point of this shit for a post is don't go to the Arby's in Draper unless you want to hire a maid to clean up a fucking disaster.
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