There’s a food truck near us that I like a lot. Vince is not a food truck fan and it’s taken me this long to convince him to go there. Today we had to go to Walmart to get spackling (because Vince pulled the screws out of the wall above the fireplace). He decided he would try the food truck . . finally so after we were done at Walmart, I called in our order. We were actually almost to the food truck when I called it in.
We got there and Vince went up to the window to get it and here’s the conversation:
Vince: We had two orders for Judy.
Food Truck Guy: No! You have three orders.
Vince: My wife called it in – two orders.
Food Truck Guy: No. Three orders. She called right back and added a third order.
Vince: She didn’t! (Then he came out to the car to make sure. No! I handn’t).
Food Truck Guy: I know it was her. It was the same voice.
Vince: Dude .. let me pay for my two orders and let’s end this conversation.
Food Truck Guy: What do you want me to do with the other order, throw it out?
Vince: I don’t give a damn what you do with the third order!
Vince came back to the car and was telling me about it. Our food still wasn’t ready so just as he got back to the car, another car drives up and a lady gets out. Vince said “Is your name Judy?” Yes! “Did you order salmon?” Yes! So, Vince told her the story about how we knew all that.
As much as I love that food truck, I don’t think we’ll ever go back there. Even though it was one employee . . it left a lasting impression. Too many good places to eat around here than to patronize a place that treats customers that way. I cannot imagine the . . I won’t use the word I’m thinking but you can all guess . . that gives a 17 or 18 year old you man the audacity to think he can talk to an employee that way and be so certain he’s right when he’s speculating at best and never did apologize, never did say “I made a mistake”.