KFC - we do chicken when we damned well please

Our neighbourhood is blessed with what I can only imagine is the worst KFC in Canada.

I hate eating there because KFC tastes so greasy these days. But Darlene occasionally bugs me to get dinner there so today I capitulated. What a mistake. I've been in a situation where they ran out of chicken in the past, so I was joking about that as we strolled up to their door.

Well, I'll be damned - they ran out again. We waited behind a half dozen or so other customers and noticed that they were getting rebuffed on some of the things they were asking for. The girl behind the window in the kitchen was whining and complaining about working there, telling the cashier that "They'll get what they get" in response to specific orders for white meat or what have you. She was openly threatening to shut the place down early (like at 4:30pm early), going on about how awful it is to work there and how she needed a vacation.

When it was our turn, Darlene wanted to pay extra for a keel. Only when our order would have been just about ready were we told that if we wanted a keel, we'd have to wait an additional 25 minutes. Say what!? We told them never mind.

Another customer was dining in and asked if they could have a cloth to wipe their table off. The two people working the store rolled their eyes, sighed, making a big deal out of the request. Holy frig people! A customer is offering to do your job - for free!

Another customer was told they couldn't get any white meat in their meal. It was just a sad display of apathy, ineptness and some other bad words I'll think of later. It seems they had the chicken around, they were just too damned lazy to cook it in time. The Colonel must be rolling in his grave.

Darlene realizes we are never going back there. How was the chicken? Mediocre. Not too greasy this time. But I've seen bigger magpies on my front lawn than the chickens that became our dinner......