I want to like things, I really do

But, folks keep dropping the ball.
Here we go again.




Yep, another food complaint.
I just love to rail about bad service, and Sonic has provided the latest opportunity.

When I order fast food, I try to keep it simple. The Sonic folks have made the task a bit difficult.
How?
They avoid face-to-face communication.
How?
Ask the voice in the box for food and hope the order comes up right. Have faith that the folks in the food factory get it right.
A firm message on the door - EMPLOYEES ONLY - makes the point, We don't want to see you, much less talk to you.
When I pull up and spend - by the clock on the dashboard - three minutes waiting for the voice in the box to answer and nothing happens I know there's a problem. With my wife on hand I can't go overboard, so I decide I'll just go inside. That's when I found the message above.
Back to the drive-thru. We order up and pull away. As a member of the Higher Order of Mammil's I've developed a keen sense about blind food ordering and it was triggering all the alarms.
Mentally it's hollering CHECK THE DAMN ORDER DUMMIE!
Sorry to say it was right and the food-dispensing mammils were wrong. Sigh.
As the final letdown, what I did salvage was a greasy meat patty. Sigh again.

Take Sonic off the Places to Revisit List.

Great Prince of the Forest

Ever realize that nobody knows the name of Bambi's parents? Mother dies in a hail of gunfire. Or is it a forest fire? Dad - or Great Prince my @** - seems to abandon the child to a rabbit and a skunk.
Perhaps if the dear child had parents with better skills he wouldn't have been out wandering around late at night in the middle of the road last week.
Now I've got a 3 week old car with a huge scratch in the driver's door and a rumpled door skin on the driver's side passenger portal.
I can't wait to see the estimate for this one.

Scales of Justice

The scales of Justice, or Two Days as a Juror

If you've never had a chance to participate in the American justice system, stop in and have a look some day. I spent two days as a juror and now I'm qualified the comment. A few observations:
Justice is slow, detailed and steady.
Justice isn't Law and Order.
Justice isn't CSI.
Justice isn't perfect.

How and why?

It took the ADA and defense attorney two hours to complete their opening statements. The defense seemed to be padding his statement so as to have something to say.
The ADA laid out his case using two witnesses - a former friend of the defendant and a police officer. He didn't do much in either case to connect the dots.
The ADA would have been better served by having the cop testify to the lab results after finishing his narrative. One step at a time....

The result?
Who Knows. Our little troupe of Jurors never had the opportunity to take a vote. It seems the ADA led the cop's testimony down two simultaneous paths and got caught. The defendant was acquitted and we were sent home before lunch the second day.