With drive through, there is all this pressure to do everything in a timely fashion, like deciding what you want then and there, even if 5 mins ago you knew exactly what you wanted.
The drive through menu and microphone/speaker bitch have this magical power to erase you mind.
Don't you mean... their own minds and fuck your clearly voiced order up? You wouldn't believe the amount of times I've experienced them fuck up an order at McDonald's, KFC or Burger King.
If I worked there and got paid what they get paid, I wouldn't give a shit either.
What, you wanted a grilled chicken? I can't find that button on the register. Fuck it, you're getting a big mac. Supersized too, fuckers.
Except when they lose their job because I complained enough that I get an entire new meal for free.
Sometimes I complain even when I haven't been for the free meal
The Maccas drive-through I go to has a screen that displays a list of all the things you've ordered. If the screen isn't working, I get whoever is taking the order to read it back to me. Even then, the occasional mixup occurs. Back in my worst OCD days I would get into a huge snit about it, but these days it just doesn't seem worth the effort.
Oh, and Phlexor? What you said about mind erasure is absolutely true. I opened my mouth and could have
sworn I had said "McChicken," yet everyone else in the car claimed that I said "Big Mac," and indeed that is what they gave me. No idea how that happened. *scratches head*