“Tried to mow grass this afternoon. Belt / pulley took a shit on the mower. Had dinner plans, but along with the mower, they took a shit as well. Took it (the mower) on to the shop, I hate getting up early, & this Sonic location, the South Hill, VA one, is just a short distance away. I was starving. I pulled into stall #10, pressed ye ole red button, & was promptly greeted with a lovely female voice.... only, apparently she couldn't fkn hear, didn't understand simple English, or had whatever size brain of hers on something other than my order. A #4 combo I say... no mayo, no pickle, add ketchup, mustard, & onion... 3 or 4 times... as I had to repeat & speak louder & louder due to her repeating to me incorrect order info. Then, informed they were out of onion... ok, no biggie, just ketchup and mustard please. No cheese? I'm asked. Wait a minute... a #4 is a double cheeseburger combo... of course I want cheese... Just no pickles or mayo... ok!... so I pay.
After a very brief wait... pretty cool there on timeliness... lovely Ashley brings out my order, & I proceed to exit the premises. Now, normally I don't (I KNOW, BUT I DON'T.... just follow along... but I believe these are competent individuals I'm dealing with... smfh) check my order. I did this time, shook my head, said some very choice words, out loud, and proceeded to do a big ole u'ey in the middle of rte 58, back to this aforementioned Sonic.
Upon reentering stall #10, I was recognized by a very great, friendly, jokable young man. He asked what was wrong... I showed him... IT WAS A SINGLE... & DRY AS THE SAHARA DESERT AS WELL....
He offered I keep it, hell no I replied, but he also offered making the correct burger.
It was scrumptious. As Samuel L said in Pulp Fiction... mmmmmm... that IS a TASTY burger. I washed it down with the lemonade from the combo order as I drove home.
Thank you, young sir, for your excellent customer service, & as long as no one spit on my burger, it was great.
“Tried to mow grass this afternoon. Belt / pulley took a shit on the mower. Had dinner plans, but along with the mower, they took a shit as well. Took it (the mower) on to the shop, I hate getting up early, & this Sonic location, the South Hill, VA one, is just a short distance away. I was starving. I pulled into stall #10, pressed ye ole red button, & was promptly greeted with a lovely female voice.... only, apparently she couldn't fkn hear, didn't understand simple English, or had whatever size brain of hers on something other than my order. A #4 combo I say... no mayo, no pickle, add ketchup, mustard, & onion... 3 or 4 times... as I had to repeat & speak louder & louder due to her repeating to me incorrect order info. Then, informed they were out of onion... ok, no biggie, just ketchup and mustard please. No cheese? I'm asked. Wait a minute... a #4 is a double cheeseburger combo... of course I want cheese... Just no pickles or mayo... ok!... so I pay.
After a very brief wait... pretty cool there on timeliness... lovely Ashley brings out my order, & I proceed to exit the premises. Now, normally I don't (I KNOW, BUT I DON'T.... just follow along... but I believe these are competent individuals I'm dealing with... smfh) check my order. I did this time, shook my head, said some very choice words, out loud, and proceeded to do a big ole u'ey in the middle of rte 58, back to this aforementioned Sonic.
Upon reentering stall #10, I was recognized by a very great, friendly, jokable young man. He asked what was wrong... I showed him... IT WAS A SINGLE... & DRY AS THE SAHARA DESERT AS WELL....
He offered I keep it, hell no I replied, but he also offered making the correct burger.
It was scrumptious. As Samuel L said in Pulp Fiction... mmmmmm... that IS a TASTY burger. I washed it down with the lemonade from the combo order as I drove home.
Thank you, young sir, for your excellent customer service, & as long as no one spit on my burger, it was great.
Tighten ya girl up.“