Oh, yeah, forgot about this one. Remember when the old 76s were bought by TA? I hit one in Alabama when it was about to be changed over. Apparently, they had stopped ordering some things in the restaurant because they had trouble filling orders.
I had driven a long way that day and had a headache. I just wanted some dinner before bed. I ordered a burrito platter. I'm sitting at the counter, watching this slob back there making my food, smoking, eating, and licking his fingers while doing so. I was revolted, but figured it probably happens all the time anyway when I don't see it, and was going to trust my immune system on this one. Got to exercise it now and then, right?
A few minutes later, the waitress comes back with my to go container and I pay and leave. I get out to my truck and open it up, and found two tacos swimming in white rice that had some salsa mixed in with it. No burrito at all. I trudged back in, a little steamed.
I showed this to the waitress, who didn't look very surprised. She took the container back and I heard the conversation. The cook said, "There's not supposed to be a burrito with it."
"On a burrito platter?" the waitress rebutted.
A few minutes later, she came back with a frown and my container. "Here it is, but I don't think you're going to like it..." She opened it up, and the tacos swimming in the rice and salsa were the same, but he had added a burrito--the kind you ate in college when you had no money, the real cheap, frozen ones that are about 4" long. The ones you nuke. They come in packages of 24, iirc, and they're like 25 cents apiece in bulk, iirc.
"You want your money back?" I accepted that and went out to the C-store and bought a crappy triangle sandwich. Before I did, I asked for the manager. I wanted to tell him about the cook's hygienic practices.
"That's him," said the waitress, pointing toward the slob of a cook.
"Never mind."