I stopped at Sonic for lunch today. Whenever I place an order at Sonic, I know what I want when I push the little red button. That's why I push the button. My decision has been made. Do not offer me Caramel Cheesecake Bites, a Butterfinger Blast or a Hazelnut Frozen Latte. Do not offer them to me because I do, in fact, want them. I want all of them. Just take my order and be done with me. Aren't I doing enough damage to my thighs by just pulling into Sonic in the first place?
Today's order chick took the up-selling to a whole new level:
Order Chick: Welcome to Sonic. May I help you?
Me: I'd like the #11 (*) with a strawberry limeade.
Order Chick: Would you like a cheeseburger with that?
Me: Uh, excuse me?
Order Chick: ((silence))
Me: Excuse me, what did you say?
Order Chick: Would you like a cheeseburger with that? Or, some french toast sticks?
Me: No. No...no.
Order Chick: Okay. Thank you.
I'm guessing the Order Chick originally intended to offer to add french toast sticks to my breakfast burrito order, but she wasn't backing down on that cheeseburger. Of course, I guess it's possible there's been a rush lately of customers placing their order and suddenly shouting, "Oh, wait! I almost forgot. I need a cheeseburger!"
(*) #11 - sausage, egg and cheese burrito; tater tots, drink