Stingy with the Chili Sauce
A man got pissed at a manager of a Wendy’s because he wouldn’t give the man enough chili sauce packets. So he shot him.
From the AP here:
A manager at a fast-food restaurant was shot several times in the arm early Tuesday trying to protect the chili sauce, authorities said.
A man in the Wendy’s drive-through argued with an employee because he wanted more of the condiment, police said. The worker told the customer that restaurant policy prohibited a customer from getting more than three packets.
The man insisted on 10, reports said. The employee complied, but police said the customer wanted even more.
The manager came out to speak to the man, said Miami-Dade police spokesman Mary Walter. The customer then shot the manager, who was taken to a hospital with injuries that were not life-threatening.
Its never okay to shoot a fast food manager. Especially over a niggardly stance with the chili sauce. But I understand the man’s frustration.
I like lots of salt on my French Fries. So when I go to the drive thru and get fries, I always ask for salt. Sometimes they tell me its in the bag, but I ask for more anyways.
Invariably, and no matter what establishment you go to, the drive-thru clerk daintily tries to hand you exactly two salt packets, pinching them lightly with their index finger and thumb, with their pinky finger pointing somewhere south. This always drives me insane.
Two packets might not be enough. Besides, I know how much salt costs. You can get a quart of it at the store for 65 cents! Why would the minimum wage-earning drive-thru clerk be trying to ration my salt intake? So I stare at them for a moment and then ask for “More please.”
So they hand you exactly two more packets.
One of them even had the nerve to tell me recently, and in broken Spanglish “You shouldn’t eat so much salt, that stuff will kill you.” And this after I ordered a Whopper with cheese and mayo! I wanted to get out of my car and teach that drive-thru clerk the meaning of proper nutrition, emphasizing the difference between sodium and fat intake. But my wife stopped me. And now she packs my lunch.
