While waiting for Hubby to come home from work, I went online to try to decide what I wanted as my monthly splurge. I decided on Wendy's, as I hadn't had a cheeseburger in quite some time and Hubby's french fries have been smelling really good lately. So I went to the Wendy's website and spent 15-20 minutes finding the nutritional information for a Classic Single with Cheese, medium fries, medium Diet Coke and a medium Frosty, and then inputting it into my Weight By Date software. The results of this splurge would be that I'd be seriously dipping into my flexpoints, but it would be worth it.
Or so I thought.
Because I wasn't 100% sure what size fries came with the combo, I went inside instead of hitting the drive-thru. The girl at the cash (Staff Member #1) assured me it was a medium, so I was happy and then ordered. I was looking forward to this, and was quite pleased that I'd already done all the figuring -- I just needed to eat it when I got home.
By the time I got out of there, 15 minutes later, this is what had happened:
1) I had to wait for the fries, as told to me by Staff Member #2. Not a problem as it's only five minutes, normally. Except that the entire next batch of fries went to a large drive-thru order and I had to wait another five minutes.
2) My burger sat on the counter, growing progressively colder, during the entire fry fiasco.
3) Staff Member #3, as ordered by Staff Member #1, got my medium Frosty and basically shoved it across the counter at me, then stared at me blankly when I told her that it was "to go". Finally I asked for a cover, and then resorted to fetching my own spoon. Then, when she was glaring at me as if I were taking up valuable space, I told her I was just waiting for the rest of my order. The Frosty stood on the counter for three minutes, waiting for the fries, and growing progressively soupier.
4) After ten minutes, Staff Member #2 put my much-anticipated fries and my now-glacial burger into the bag and brought it to the counter. Staff Member #1 shoved it towards me and I then reminded her I needed my Diet Coke. Twice.
5) As I was finally leaving, I thought to glance inside the bag and I realized I had no napkins, so I fetched those too.
6) Upon arriving home, partway through my fries, I realized they were not a medium fries but a Biggie fries. In other words, I had no idea what the portion size was supposed to be for the nutritional numbers I'd already accounted for. So I ate about half of them and gave the rest to Hubby. Ask me how happy I was about that.
7) Partway through my burger (which, by now, literally felt as if it had been refrigerated, probably because of the lettuce and tomato), I realized there was no cheese on it. More numbers that needed to be changed, not to mention that it was a CHEESEBURGER that I wanted in the first place and had started off the entire trip to Wendy's to begin with.
The most maddening part? It wasn't even busy. I would have had more sympathy if it had been suppertime on a Friday, with people everywhere, but it was 2:45 on a Saturday afternoon, with no one in front of me when I went to the counter, and one drive-thru order while I was there. I'm just grateful that I'd started my winter "happy" meds the day before, because by the end of it all, my patience was pretty well shot and I might have been a little unpleasant otherwise.
Looking at the calendar, my next scheduled "Treat Day" is actually the day of my driver's licence road test (October 29). I think I'll wait and see how that goes before I tempt Fate further.
On the plus side, I'm thinking the ordeal must have earned a lot of activity points due to stress, because, in spite of the fact I ate nothing but garbage yesterday, the scale was actually down this morning. I guess it all evens out in the end.
1 comment:
This is why I hate wendy's. Stew and Mom love the wendys food, and it does actually have some good things that fit really nicely into the ww plan.
When we used to go thursday night ww, we often would stop for supper at the east side wendys. This sort of food mix up happenned nearly every time. At least you didn't special order anything, I used to get a grilled chicken without "their sauce". I can't tell you how many times I got it with sauce and because I was on program I would take it back. And they would cook me abother grill which takes 5 mins. At the end of it, I just kept asking for another bun and scraping the sauce off the chicken. They also would screw up baked potatoes and put the butter sauce on them and on more than one occasion they've tired to give me some fries as a we're sorry. Sorry I don't want those, I just want what I ordered thanks.
And I'd get really upset every time it happenned. Yet mom really wanted to go there as it was a place that she could order and feel "normal" yet still be on program. And stew loves it as you can get a decent burger rather than the thin things other fast food places offer.
The other thing I can't stand is poor customer service skills. There is more than one restuarant in SJ that I will not go to becuause of poor service. I just hate giving them my business. But yet, I can't seem to do this with wendy's and mom or stew. I know they like it, so I often give in. But its just not somewhere I pick our when we decide to go out to eat.
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