If I could give this place negative stars, I would. There is a girl. I don't know her name; but EVERY TIME we go to this Taco Bell, she ends up helping us.
Go in? Her.
Drive thru? Her.
Now, I'm patient, I'm a really understanding person. We're all human; we make mistakes, that's life! But that girl? I can NOT HANDLE HER ANY MORE.
Here are THREE, not one, not two, THREE separate occasions that this girl has ruined my experience at this store.
The first time we encountered this girl we ask for a 12 pack of Cinna-Bons.
Let me explain: Taco Bell has a 4 pack and a 12 pack. It's on the menu plain as day, right there under the dessert area. HELL, it has its own LARGE PRINT AD space on the dessert area.
I order this item and there is a huge pause, a voice comes back over the intercom saying, "You mean the 4 pack?"
I politely correct her, maybe she heard me incorrectly? "No Ma'am, the 12 pack please."
Another long pause, "You want twelve 4 Packs???"
I look at my friend and again repeat, "No. I want the 12 Pack please."
She then replies, "We don't have a 12 Pack."
"Ma'am," I state, "I'm looking at the menu and it clearly states you do..?" I am very confused at this point. So she reads off our order WITHOUT the dessert and we pull forward in line. While we wait, a very long time, she keeps looking back at us and making faces while talking to customers ahead of us. She looks as if she's glaring?
When we get to the front she says, "So you were joking about getting the twelve separate 4 packs right?"
I get frustrated, "No. It's a 12 pack, it comes with 12 pieces."
She then walks away. Then she comes back and says right to me, "No. We don't have that."
So I get so annoyed I tell her never mind I don't want it, and then she says, "Do you still want your order?" Which of course I want my order!
After we leave I am less than pleased. But I tell myself, hey self; maybe she's having a bad day.
Second time it happened we had time to cool off, think to ourselves it must have been a fluke. This type of thing doesn't always happen. Instead of going through the Drive thru we decide it may be better to go in face to face.
As I am contemplating my order, my roommate is placing her order. I hear something very strange as I turn to listen in to what has to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard since the Cinna-bon incident.
"I'm sorry, what do you mean I can't order a cheese Quesada?" Says my roommate baffled. The girl at the cash register reiterates herself with a confused air about her, as if she doesn't know why she is asking again. My roommate is very polite and she again states, "I generally order this, why can't I get a cheese Quesada? If you have to, you can ring me up for a chicken one and just leave the chicken out? I don't mind paying."
The girl gets a really pinched look on her face and says, "No. We don't do that."
My friend is non-confrontational so she doesn't push it, but she is obviously upset. After she orders something else I step up and order a grilled stuffed burrito and two crunchy tacos. She then, RIGHT AFTER I told her what I wanted plain as day, repeats back something completely different. I correct her, in which she makes that face again and says, "Oh." But doesn't move to change it?
I stand there for a moment before looking up at the board and repeating myself. I wait, NOT JOKING, twenty minutes. People have come and gone and I'm still waiting. So I walk up and ask about my order, she looks right at me and says "You already picked up your order."
Politely as I can I say, "No I have not." She looks around and goes back and double checks, I hear her make a weird noise and she comes back with cold food. I look down at it, clearly annoyed, and leave with my cold food. Because whatever, I'm so done at that point.
The very last time, I will ever go to this Taco Bell, we went to the Drive Thru again.
Everything was going fine but THEN we get to the window and I'm checking the food and it's wrong. My roommate smiles and lets the girl at the window know this isn't what she ordered. Before the girl at the window can answer, we hear HER. SHE APPEARS OUT OF NO WHERE TO SAY,
"NO. No that IS what they ordered!"
I clear my throat and say as nicely as I can muster, "No. We didn't order the Nachos, we ordered a Kailua Pork -something-"
Then we see her check the order. The words, "NOT AGAIN, FU**." Come flying out of her mouth before she storms off.
We wait for the food to come back since she took EVERYTHING and when it does I just tell my roommate to drive. It isn't till I get home and look at the food that I really lose it. My burrito looks like someone grabbed it right in the middle... and squeezed. I'm talking HAND PRINT and all. Not only that but it tastes terrible for some reason which freaks me out and I decide not to further eat it. God knows what she did to it. Just, don't go there. read more