Now That’s Customer Service
So I’m happily walking west along Lincoln Way, approaching Sheldon Ave., when the two small windows of the drive-thru at the nearby Taco Bell burst open. The employee leans out as far as he can, and shoves his middle finger upward with vigor, pumping his arm aggressively.
“You FUCKING ASSHOLE…” he begins.
I, of course, am quite taken aback. The few times I’ve been to Taco Bell, they’ve been exceedingly polite. Was this just a mask for their visceral hatred of me? And who the hell was this guy, come to that?
Then I realized he was actually yelling at the cackling occupants of a car that had just pulled in front of me. Apparently, the jokers had said something inappropriate into the speaker.
Ahh, Ames.