Update

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3. I called Burger King and talked to the same idiot I talked to yesterday.

Yesterday, the conversation (which happened at 3:30 in the afternoon) went something like this:

Me: "I'm looking for a shirt I left here yesterday."

Fat, white guy: "What?"

"I changed out of my work shirt in the restroom and forgot it."

"Well, I don't know where it would be."

He turns to ask the other employees whether they've seen it, but makes no move to check any place it might be in the store. Unimpressed with his concern about my plight, I look in the women's restroom on my own. It's obviously not there: the room is spotless, obviously cleaned the night before.

I go back, and wait for him to come back to the counter.

Fat, white guy: "We don't have it."

Me: "Could it be in the office?"

Fat, white guy: "I don't know where it could be."

Me: "Where do you usually put lost-and-found items?"

Fat, white guy: "We don't usually have lost-and-found items."

I don't remember when he got this helpful, but somewhere in here, he mentions that the "manager" will be in tomorrow morning.

So, I called about 20 minutes ago, expecting to talk to the manager.

/ring/ /ring/

"Thank you for calling Burger King. This is John."

"Hi, I'm calling about a shirt I left there." (no response) "Can I speak to the manager?"

Fat, white John: "This is the manager. You talked to me last night. Nobody here has seen it."

Me: "I don't remember talking to anyone last night. I talked to someone yesterday afternoon."

Fat, white John: "Yes, that was me. I'm the manager."

Me: "Yesterday you told me to call today and speak to the manager."

Fat, white John: "The store manager. He worked until 2. I come on at 2."

Me: "Well, yesterday, I didn't find you very informative or useful."

Fat, white John: "Well, okay then." /hangs up/

So now, gentle reader, I will be following this up with the district manager. I know, I know, the guy wasn't egregious, it was mostly his attitude. I cannot describe here the complete apathy, the pulling-hen's-teeth effort it took to get minimal information from him. In fact, the reason I am so angry is that I have used this very attitude to get rid of people I did not want around. Usually homeless people. Since he's the manager, his job is to deal with me. Since I haven't been rude (ok, you can make an argument that the last comment might be rude, but it was me trying to explain that I needed another option. He was really giving me no openings), or asked for anything unreasonable (look in the office, or where other employees keep personal items for a white shirt... or, well, that would have been my request if he'd given me the opportunity to make it), I find his attitude appallingly like he doesn't give a darn. Since he doesn't give a darn, I'd like to ask that we reward his not giving a darn by not giving him any problems like customers that might interfere with his coast-along apathy.

That would be the Burger King right outside of I-285 on Chamblee Dunwoody Road, folks.

I know, my vendettas on PMS or a low-medication day probably interest none of you, at all, but if you happen to be in the neighborhood, please, do not let fat, white John at Burger King have the benefit of your pleasant customer interaction.

I only care because these shirts cost me about $22 a piece and I've had a horrid time keeping up with things lately and do not want to embarrass myself by having to ask my boss for another one.

I think I've been well-behaved, considering the kind of emotional turmoil embarrassment causes me.