HH
hinkenshoken
Mar 31, 2026
“Not sure if these kids are overworked, silently quitting, or just…freestyling life at this point.
I’m kind. I’m patient. I work in food quality complaints, so trust me, I get it. Bad days happen. Miscommunication happens. I extend grace like it’s part of the combo meal.
But my flabbers? Fully gasted.
This location almost made me quit Wendy’s.
Sure, kid taking the order doesn’t understand what ‘not a combo’ means. Fine. I get it. One-button lifestyle. We move.
But the girl on drinks? No excuse. None. Zero. Someone needs to pull her aside for a quick “what are we even doing here” check.
She pours my soda. It clearly does NOT look like what I ordered. I ask, ‘Is this X?’ She turns to the screen… pauses… and confidently says, ‘Yes.’
Plot twist: it was absolutely NOT X.
At that point, it’s not even about the wrong drink. It’s about the fact she didn’t know what she poured… on a machine where you literally have to press the exact drink you’re pouring. That’s not a mistake, that’s a lifestyle.
So now I’m left choosing between three options:
She didn’t care
She genuinely has no idea what button she pressed
She realized it was wrong and just sent it anyway
None of those inspire confidence.
If only the service was as sharp as Wendy’s Twitter account, we’d be five stars deep right now, but here we are.
Horrid fail, Wendy’s. Avoid this location at night, these kids are clocked out in spirit.
Food was bomb though.…what I got right, anyway