Tonight my wife brings me a "Spicy Chicken Sandwich" meal. But guess what, it's actually left over bone-in breast on my sandwich. Ate what I could. Then I called and talked with a Mr. THOMAS HAWKINS, manager on duty. The conversation as follows:
MR HAWKINS: THANK YOU FOR CALLING POPEYES
ME: HI MY WIFE JUST WENT THROUGH THE DRIVETHRU AND ORDERED ME A SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICH, YOU DIDNT CHARGE HER, AND I WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO THE MANAGER ON DUTY
MR HAWKINS: THIS IS HIM
ME: SO, I GOT A BONE IN BREAST ON A BUN AND YOU WANT TO FEED ME YOUR SCRAPS BECAUSE YOU DONT FEEL LIKE MAKING IT FRESH, and then YOU WANT TO GIVE IT TO HER FOR FREE BECAUSE YOU WERE JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY?
MR HAWKINS: SIR I DIDNT MAKE THAT-
ME: WHATS YOUR NAME?
MR HAWKINS: mY NaME iS thOmAS hAWkiNS
Me: goodnight, Thomas Hawkins.
Never has this location been anywhere close to standards and Mr Hawkins proved that tonight. Even stating to my wife, "it's 9:40, take it, what are they gonna do, write me up?"