Quality Control

I don't get it. When I would get the wrong food from a restaurant, I normally didn't give an eff, unless it was wildy wrong, or I felt like I was overcharged. Pickles on sandwich, when I said no pickles? Take them off. (well when I was a kid, I wouldn't eat it).
Now I try to get what I should have gotten, just on principle. One time I ordered a choc shake from a lady that had more wrinkles than a raisin. She rang it up as a strawberry, and I got a strawberry. Sigh. I let that one go.
My point is...

Today a lady came through saying a mcdouble she ordered... yesterday... only had one patty, and only cheese. "oh, well you must've gotten the wrong sandwich then" after assuring her I'd make sure her sammiches were mcdoubles this time, I finished the order. I'm not sure on the details(was in drive thru, I wasnt taking money) but she must have wanted the mcdoubles as replacements, without telling me, the order-taker. The whole order was canceled.
She mentioned something about being disappointed because it was after her surgery, and her food was wrong. Like I give an eff.
If something's wrong, don't get butthurt. Don't go home, and throw it away.
Come back, with your receipt, and the food, preferably, and hey, throw it at me, sure. It's not nice, but it's better than simmering and being butthurt about some underpaid loser working too fast for their own good, making a mistake.
And for fuck's sake, don't eat it, if you want a replacement. What are you, stupid?
My point is, people need to speak up. And stop being little bitches about this. It's like they all have some form of anxiety. When they notice something isn't right, they have that 'wtfisthis' face, and I put on my poker face, and wait for them to speak up. I'm trying to help them. If you don't speak up, no one will know. They don't have anxiety. They just suck at life. Maybe they're not used to getting the wrong food. Maybe they're used to everyone holding their hand, kissing their ass, maybe I'm an asshole. Maybe they're just looking for something to be pissed about for the rest of the day. I know I am.
These days I ain't got much if I'm noticing how much enjoyment I get out of watching their passively angry faces.
The lady came back, she came inside. I couldn't hear, but she ended up getting her order replaced... I think.
Maybe she had a receipt. Maybe she didn't. Regardless, it's stupid how hard people will fight for such a petty and small thing.

That's all for today. Thanks for stopping by.