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I'm at home and I see the commercial for the Chicken Combo sandwich on TV --- so I'm out the door --- who said advertising doesn't work!?
So I walk in the door to the store and I go up to the counter to say, "Give me the mild chicken sandwich combo with a Pepsi! Pickles on the side with extra sauce."
I wait at the counter and two girls are talking and they see me but don't acknowledge me. I don't say anything!
After about 2-3 minutes, a Latino man with NO name tag, comes to the counter and asks me, am I ready to pay?
I tell him no I need to order!
He tells me this, "The only way to order is at the kiosks! And he points to the machine!"
I look at the machines, and I tell him, "No, that's not the only way to order . . . and I take my order up the street to Wienerschnitzel and spend my $15 there --- where an individual worker takes my order in less than a minute!
Mama always said, "If someone is going to give you money . . . be there to take it!"
But in that same vein, she also said, "If someone doesn't want to take your money . . . go somewhere where they will!"
No one was in the store at Popeyes when I went in; at the hot dog place just 100 meters up Magnolia, there were four people sitting down eating there hot dogs!
And I still got my chicken fetish taken care of --- Der Wienerschnitzel has something called a "Bird Dog!"
Chicken in a hot dog bun . . . and it was good!
So when this recently built Popeyes goes tits up --- maybe they will understand why . . . cuz I tried to tell ya!
