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Brandon Collins
Mar 11, 2026
The gentleman at the counter seemed extremely annoyed by our very existence and was less than thrilled to remove himself from his phone long enough to take our order. We paid, I said thank you, and his response was a very heartfelt, customer-service classic: “Yeah, whatever.”
As we sat down, I watched him eat fistfuls of fries from under the heat lamp while casually picking his nose. A lovely sight and probably the most honest preview of the dining experience to come.
A few minutes later he called our name. When I grabbed the tray and once again said thank you, I was met with another response that sounded less like English and more like someone mumbling into a pillow.
Back at the table, I opened the box that most fast-food “deals” come in. Inside was what looked like a burnt egg roll, two mozzarella sticks, the famous Arby’s fries, and a sandwich.
The sandwich was exactly what you’d expect from an Arby’s roast beef sandwich. Not always the prettiest thing to look at, but when you’re craving one it somehow tastes great… followed later by the deep realization that you’ve made a terrible life decision. The fries were good, as always. The mozzarella sticks, however, were cold. And the burnt egg roll, which I later learned was actually some form of peach cobbler, tasted like disappointment wrapped in bad decisions.
All in all, we all know fast food isn’t the best choice. We usually end up there because we’re busy, tired, or just plain lazy that day. I don’t expect perfect food or five-star service. Just a little kindness, maybe a “hello,” a “have a good one,” and food that’s at least warm and somewhat edible.
With that said, I guess this one’s on me for being too lazy to cook my own food.