(I’m with a friend at a fast food restaurant.)

Me: “I would like one double cheeseburger, and a medium chocolate shake.”

(My friend orders. We pay and get our orders. Her order is right, but mine however is clearly wrong. So, I return to the counter and ask for them to correct it.)

Employee: “What is wrong?”

Me: “I asked for a double cheeseburger. You gave me a plain chicken sandwich.”

Employee: “That is a double cheeseburger.”

Me: “No, this is a chicken sandwich, and my receipt says double cheeseburger. You know, a slice of beef, with cheese, in between two buns?”

Employee: *confused look*

Me: “I also asked for a medium chocolate shake and you gave me a small vanilla shake.”

Employee: “Well, our chocolate machine broke.”

Me: “Why didn’t you just tell me that your chocolate dispenser was not working? And why give me a small shake for, when this receipt clearly says ‘medium?’”

Employee: “Beats me.” *shrugs*

Me: “I would like a refund.”

Employee: “Why would you want that?”

(At that point I gave up. I didn’t bother talking to a supervisor; I just took my food and my friend and left!)

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