Rude cow.

I got the munchies for some Jack-in-the-Box, so I jumped in my car and headed over there. I was getting turned on by the thought of sinking my teeth into a Sirloin Cheeseburger, yum. I pulled up to the talking box, and thus the fiasco began.

"Can I take your order?"

"Yes, can I get a number one please?"

"Small, medium, or large?"

"Small please, with no onions and swiss cheese - - "

The voice snapped at me, "I said, small medium, or large, regular or curly fries?"

I frowned in confusion, and stuttered, "Uh, small?"

Still rude, "Do you want just the sandwich and the drink, or the combo?"

"Uh, the combo, curly fries..."

"And what kinda drink?"

"Uh...just a coke?"

She priced my order, but as I drove towards the window, I looked one last time at the order screen and saw +Red on. I'm no Jack-in-the-Box expert, but looked to me like red onions on my onion-free burger.

I paid and got my food, looked in the bag, and saw regular fries. I am almost certain at this point that the ugly old cow put onions on my delicious sirloin burger, but I head home, thinking that I'll just remove the offending onions.

Ha. I opened up the box at home, and not only were there red onions, there was American cheese instead of Swiss. And that just threw the flavor off completely. I only got about halfway through the burger before I threw it out.

Damnit.