Man eats 23,000 Big Macs

September 10th, 2008

Need proof that heavy duty McDonalds consumption is healthy? Check this out. Dude named Fond Du Lac from Wisconsin claims to have just reached the 23,000 Big Mac milestone. That is a lot of fucking Big Macs. According to this article on CNN, Du Lac is quoted as saying “I enjoy them every day, I need two to fill me up.”

Think about it. 23,000 Big Macs since May of 1972. Documented, with receipts in a box. Wow man! A big hats off to you, Mr. Du Lac. This is the kind of milestone that Fast Food Loves Me likes to see. 

http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/09/10/big.macs.record.ap/index.html

How to increase your drive-thru order accuracy

July 31st, 2008

Like many of you, I have returned home to the wrong drive thru order. It’s very unnerving and frustrating. When you go to the drive thru 4 or 5 times a day 7 days a week like I do, you quickly become an expert in reading the person at the speakers voice, and gauging what steps need to be taken from this point on, to ensure you actually go home with what you ordered. Since youngsters just learning to drive might very well read this, I thought assembling a how-to guide would help you kids out, and perhaps delay the onset of 30 year old fast food bitterness. Here’s how it’s done:

Step one - the speaker.

The drive thru speaker can be an intimidating process. You have literally seconds (unless you get a douche then you have 30 fucking minutes to read the menu, if you don’t drive away to the fast food place across the street). You still-green-behind-the-ear seedlings, listen up. You MUST, I repeat, MUST place your order in a clear, friendly, intelligible voice. Talk only at the speed in which you think they can punch the keys into the register thing. YOU MUST not go to fast here, if you do, you are certain to get the wrong bullshit. Take your time, and NEVER EVER say something like “I would like two number twos…” because you will only get one number two.

You must keep a keen eye on the menu screen (if applicable) to cross-check your order as you give it. Pay attention to the speed in which menu items show up on your screen. Wait until the item is correctly shown, and then wait for the speaker to tell you “anything else”. This is the most critical step to ensuring your order accuracy.

It’s also recommended that you say “thank you” after they tell you your total. I feel, that by simply saying thank you, it sets you apart from the previous 1000+ assholes that already got their wrong order. Show them that you care about them. Show them you like them, and you increase your odds by 5%-10% that you’ll get your apple pie.

Step two - the first window.

Because McDonalds has the better dollar menu, and much beefier styrofoam cups, I visit McDonalds roughly 60% of the time probably. Since our McDonalds uses a two-window system, I’m going to discuss that. One-window customers, this will still be applicable, you’ll just have to use more imagination.

As I discussed in a previous article, you must do your homework while you are placing your order. You cannot rely on the speaker person to tell you which window to pull up to. If you are lazy during your ordering process, and you aren’t told, you won’t know which window to drive up to. You could potentially sit at the first window like a real jackass for a good length of time. The longer the time goes between your order, and physically holding your food, the greater your chances are of order failure. Make certain you know which window.

TIP: If you didn’t pay any attention, pull to the first window, pausing just enough to see if the first windows’ register is even on. If you don’t see it on, all you need to do is act like you were digging for your wallet. Then you can cruise up to the second window.

Step three - the second window.

Here’s where the magic happens. All the grunt work and foundation-laying at the speaker and the first window finally come to fruition. You get to watch with glee as your drink is assembled, and placed close to batters box, ready to be handed to you with a straw. Ah! Did you get your straw? Did they put the straw(s) in the bag? Or are they so ignorant and incompetent, that you will not get your straw?

Asking for extras, such as ketchup or Splenda or whathaveyou, is a very delicate matter that must be handled intelligently. You can’t just up and ask “Oh, can I get some ketchup”. Haha, woah there sprout. Never ask for your condiments before you they assemble your order. Use that time to monitor that you get all your food. Personally, this is how I do it. When the person hands you your last bag of food, before the bag’s center of gravity is fully under your power (i.e. they can’t let go yet or it falls, and they have even MORE work to then do) that is when you ask for your extras. They have no choice at this point, and can do your food NO ADDITIONAL HARM.

Here is a very expert tip that takes some time and practice to master. If you are good at identifying the boxes that your particular food comes in, such as a Big Mac box, or a hard taco wrapper, you can spend the time that they hand you your condiments, carefully and slowly opening your food bag, and gently placing them in.  When done right, it appears you are simply placing your condiments in the bag, and not double checking for this stupid fuckers lack of brains.

Once you have confirmed your order is accurate, and you have condiments and drinks in tow, you can safely, slowly, proceed forward, allowing the car behind you access to your window.

At this point, you need to really double check your food. Go digging. Let those fries tip over, you can always dump them back out when you get home. This minor inconvenience is far more important than not having your sandwich.

Jim’s 10-step guide to the McDonalds complaint process

July 31st, 2008

For you three people that haven’t yet experienced an incorrect order from McDonalds, I’m writing this as a ‘heads-up’ for how you will typically be shat on and subsequently flushed down the shitter by Mickey mother fucking Dees. Let’s start from the beginning.

Step one.

You drive to nearest McDonalds, praying to your version of god that a tard doesn’t answer the speaker. You place your order, diligently double checking the menu screen that it’s correct. You listen for them to read it back, all sounds good-exactly what you ordered. Pending further instruction, you head to the window.

Step two.

You watch the window person assemble your drinks, stuff food in your bag, and you head back home.

Step three.

This is when shit starts flowing out of McDonalds ass and onto your food. You didn’t get your apple pies. There was no bottom bun on your McChicken. You wanted sweet tea and got Shasta. You wanted tartar sauce but got nothing more than a colostomy bagload of vinegar. Congratulations you were just shat on by McDonalds.

Step four.

McDonalds has you right where they want you now. You are pissed. You drove all the hell the way back home and you are now not going to be as full as you had initially hoped. Son of a bitch.

Step five.

This is where you start spinning in a porcelain container and slowly building up momentum toward the flush. After you stuff your face full of their garbage, you spend the next 30 minutes laboring to find the complaint form on the McDonalds website. Your filling out the form and really sticking it to them. You’ll have your vengeance dammit. Actually no you won’t because this step is completely fruitless and is nothing but a waste of your time.

Step six.

Days have now gone by. You’ve probably still had McDonalds a few times since, but shit, you are still bitter about that ranch side salad dressing when you wanted honey mustard. This is when the shocker comes. Out of the blue, you receive an email. It reads something to the effect of…

“Dear so and so,

We are so sympathetic and sorry for your tragedy. Because our fine dining restaurants are independently owned and operated, we have forwarded your complaint to your locations operating manager. We sincerely hope this virtual faux B J soothes your pain.

Warmest and most best sincereness,
McDonalds automatic reply with built in algorythms that correctly gauge the tone of our reply to the tone of your original complaint.”

Step seven.

More days go by. No operating manager contacts you. You’ve easily had McDonalds three or four times since step six, but you steadfastly refuse to order another apple pie again. All the sudden, a 2nd email arrives. Holy shitcake, could it be the operating manager of my local restraunt? Oh hell no, another automated fuck reply (for real an automated reply this time).

“Dear dickhead,

Thank you for your recent feedback to McDonalds. We ask that you please take a moment to fill out our survey, to better let us know how we did. Again, we deeply, all the way to the bottom of your colon, appreciate you taking time out of your losery ass day trying to weasel a free Big Mac out of us.

Kindest sympathies and wet ba da ba ba bah dreams,
McQualiteam (or some really lame shit)”

Step eight.

You go to delete this stupid ass email immediately… but part of you wonders, ‘does this survey allow me to speak my mind again?’. You blindingly take the ridiculously long survey. You are amused by some of the questions. You take comfort knowing that others have too experienced your pain. You reach the end of the survey. It crashes your browser, and you never got your chance to speak your mind… not even give your name.

Step nine.

You blog about the shittiness of McDonalds just to give yourself some sense of vindication and peace of mind. It changes nothing, but it kind of makes you feel a little bit better about yourself.

Step ten.

You go back to McDonalds.