Have It Your Way, my arseSince the 1970’s, Burger King have been saying “Have it your way”. What a bunch of hypocritical cunts. Have it my way? Fucking twaddle. Unless you get the meal and/or super-size options as well.

We don’t go to BK regularly. We’re not some scummy single-parent chav family with 5 kids (all different colours, of course) that for a family treat go to MacDonald’s or BK every Saturday. Perhaps I would if it wasn’t for those chavs, of course… but that’s for another post :-)

We normally arrive in BK after a night on the town, normally at Charing Cross or Waterloo stations, and we always order the same thing – “2 XL Bacon Double Cheeseburgers”. That’s it. No drink, no fries, no fucking super-size me.

So despite the “Burger King Bill of Rights” that gives its customers the right to “Have it Your Way”, and despite the fact that I clearly state what I fucking want, the ignorant hypocritical fuck-pig at the counter always tries to sell me something I neither want nor have asked for.

Why? Just Fucking Why? Just once, it would be nice if they just played out their nice little servant role and gave me what I fucking asked for with no extra questions or hassle. How hard can it fucking be to do less fucking speaking?

Why is it that staff in fast food restaurants in London either don’t understand English, or are so fucking thick that you have to repeat yourself umpteen times to get your order across? When will corporates like McDonald’s, Burger King, and KFC realise that this is just unacceptable?

Of course, the shockingly crap descriptions in the menu don’t always help when the employee has the IQ of an earthworm. For example, today I went into KFC in Woolwich. There were 2 “Classic Variety” meals listed:

1) 2 pieces of chicken, 2 hot wings, 1 crispy strip: £4.19

2) 3 pieces of chicken, 2 hot wings, 1 crispy strip: £4.99

Now – I may not have got an ‘A’ for GCSE maths, but I know that for the first option, 2 + 2 + 1 = 5. So when I asked for the “5 piece variety meal”, the guy just looked at me blankly. I repeated myself. Nothing. He asked which one. I clarified:

“The top one. The first one listed. The one with 5 pieces of chicken in it”.

Nothing.

Jesus fucking christ. Is it so hard to understand?

His boss saw the struggle, came over, and rang up 2x of the 6 piece meals. For fucks sake. These guys are thicker than pig shit. Why do KFC employ them? Probably for the minimum wage.

Perhaps they should number the menu items so fucked up brainless twat cunts like these employees can’t fuck it up, and the customers don’t have the hassle of having to repeat themselves. Then again, they probably can’t count past 5 anyway (fingers on one hand), and so this system would probably fail abysmally.

The ironic thing is that while in Hong Kong last year, in a McDonald’s restaurant where the staff spoke no English, I was able to order a meal for 2 with several side dishes. My order was understood immediately, and with no repetition. They had a great system where you simply pointed at items on a laminated sheet which had options for everything under the sun, including the “super sizing” options.

If people who speak no English can get things right first time, why can’t the brainless fuckwits in KFC in Woolwich who allegedly speak and understand the fucking English language?

Do you own an Oyster card? Have you ever travelled via one of London’s busy mainline rail stations during rush hour and joined a queue of travellers all waiting to get their cards scanned? Well you needn’t have bothered. The whole Oyster card reader thing is a great big joke, and this post will keep a running tally of just how much of a big joke it is.

Before getting too carried away, or receiving too many flames, I should state that both my partner and I hold valid zones 1-4 season travelcards.

It all started several months ago when we started a new contract out in Brentford. This meant travelling from Woolwich Arsenal to Waterloo East, walking to Waterloo, and then taking a train to Brentford.

Each day we’d use the readers on the barriers at Woolwich to get the train, and at Waterloo East, go past the ticket inspectors with their card readers to get to Waterloo. These inspectors are ill-trained and ill-equipped to deal with the large number of Oyster card holders. Between them, they seem to only have 2 card readers to deal with virtually a whole deluge of passengers passing them by.

It’s the same story at the gates to get on the train to Brentford, although with less people. The staff are just as uninterested, however, casually talking amongst themselves, and not really paying too much attention to what the card readers report.

It all came to a head last week, when a ticket inspector on the train asked for my card. I gave it to him to scan, and the machine showed a red light and the text “No Oyster Card Present”. He kept at it for about 30 seconds, taking the card out of the wallet, but no luck. It was only when I offered to show him the paper accompaniment that he left me alone. He didn’t actually look at the paper. The same thing happened to my partner who was travelling with me. The inspector insisted his machine was not broken, and poo-pooed my idea that his battery might be flat.

Well – this got me thinking. If his reader wasn’t working or detecting either of our cards, were any?

Over the next few days, I looked at the card readers as I and other passengers went through the checks at Waterloo East and Waterloo, both in the morning and evening. Not one of the readers I saw did anything other than show a red light and say “No Oyster Card Present”. This of course was out of the cards that were scanned – a lot of the time the inspectors just didn’t bother scanning people. I also noticed that they only bothered pulling people over who didn’t proffer their tickers. If you did, half the time they didn’t bother to scan them.

So we decided to start an experiment.

Last Wednesday (November 28th), we both removed our Oyster cards from their wallets, so the wallet contained only the paper slip and photo ID. We did, of course, still travel with the card.

Each day we are inspected 3 times – twice in the morning (once going from Waterloo East to Waterloo, once going from the concourse at Waterloo to the platform), and once in the evening (getting off the train) – while there are inspectors at Waterloo East in the evening, they don’t seem interested in people getting onto trains, only those getting off.

So that’s at least 6 scans per day between my partner and I (sometimes there are spot checks at Brentford or on the train). Since the 28th, we’ve been scanned 58 times. Out of those, very, very rarely have either of us been stopped (on those occasions we produced the card that had mysteriously ‘fallen out of the wallet’, and all was well).

So, the running tally: Us: 56, TfL: 2

So, Ken… if you’re reading this, how about getting:

1) Some Oyster card readers that work,

2) Some ticket inspectors who actually care about doing their job properly in a professional manner, rather than ignoring a lot of the people who walk past,

3) More inspectors at Waterloo East, or perhaps some ticket barriers

After all, if at least some portion of the ticket prices is to counter the revenue lost by fare dodgers, it would only be right to catch more of them to try and keep prices lower.

Of course, any fare dodgers reading this will know all they have to do is have a real Oyster card wallet, and just proffer it to be read, and all will be well. Perhaps this is social engineering at its best?

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