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This is exactly why I’m glad I don’t work in fast food any more. I just witnessed this interaction between the employees and an in-duh-vidual who somehow managed to navigate his vehicle into the drive-through lane despite being as dumb as a below-average brick.

Employee: Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?
In-Duh-Vidual: Yeah, I want two quesadillas.
Employee: Would you like steak?
In-Duh-Vidual: Huh?
Employee: Do you want the steak quesadillas?
In-Duh-Vidual: No.
Employee: OK, so you want chicken quesadillas?
In-Duh-Vidual (slighly angry): NO! I JUST WANT TWO QUESADILLAS!

At this point we have a pause while the employee slaps his forehead a bit, and the other employees look stunned.

Employee: Sir, do you want chicken or steak quesadillas?
In-Duh-Vidual (more irate): NEITHER!!!

There is another pause.

In-Duh-Vidual (very irate): [profanity], last time I got the regular ones!!! I want the one listed at the top of the menu. (not sure what he meant here)

Here follows another pause while several of the employees discuss what to try next, with the sound of the in-duh-vidual saying “Hello???” in the background. One theorized that perhaps he just wanted cheese on the quesadilla.

Eventually one of them went out to the drive-through, and I could hear her talking the issue over with him. I couldn’t quite understand how the situation was resolved, unfortunately.

Addendum

My brother reminded me of a situation I witnessed at a McDonald’s in Raleigh one time. I can’t remember the specifics of the menu setup at the time, but let’s assume that there are two chicken sandwich combos, and the crispy chicken sandwich is combo number 6, and the grilled chicken sandwich is combo number 7. The person working the register in this instance was a poor woman who was obviously not a native of the US, but appeared to have a good command of the English language.

Snotty Customer: I’d like a number 6 combo, please.
Cashier: OK, that’s one crispy chicken combo. What would you li …
Snotty Customer (interrupting): No, I want the GRILLED CHICKEN sandwich.
Cashier: OK, the number 7 combo …
Snotty Customer: No, I want the number SIX!
Cashier: That’s the crispy chicken sandwich.
Snotty Customer: No, IT ISN’T. It’s the GRILLED CHICKEN, and THAT is what I WANT.
Cashier: OK, a grilled chicken combo.

The snotty customer looked quite pleased at herself, and was probably thinking nasty thoughts about these stupid immigrants working the register. Too bad she was the moron in this case.