Last week, my friend and I visited Candies- the incredibly popular eating joint scattered all over our city. We've been going to Candies since our school days for sandwiches and a minty drink, but as college took over our lives, we learned to discover new places and didn't go back until recently. Some new developments we found there made our experience more bitter than if they crushed lemon seeds into our ice tea.
Dear Manager/Owner/Decision-maker of Candies,
Are you daft?
I walked in to find that I had to wait in a long queue to place my order, which I obediently did. But then, I found that your employee was waiting at the counter with a larger-than-A4 sized receipt pad with your entire menu printed on every page. She then went on to make a small tally mark by the items my friend and I wished to order. She then ripped out the entire sheet- unused but for two short lines- and handed it over. That's when I noticed she had made a carbon copy of our order on another large (but differently coloured) paper which she passed behind her to another employee to get the order ready. Two whole sheets of paper gone to order a sandwich and an ice tea.
I walked in to find that I had to wait in a long queue to place my order, which I obediently did. But then, I found that your employee was waiting at the counter with a larger-than-A4 sized receipt pad with your entire menu printed on every page. She then went on to make a small tally mark by the items my friend and I wished to order. She then ripped out the entire sheet- unused but for two short lines- and handed it over. That's when I noticed she had made a carbon copy of our order on another large (but differently coloured) paper which she passed behind her to another employee to get the order ready. Two whole sheets of paper gone to order a sandwich and an ice tea.
We were then directed to the next counter where we waited in line to have our order read from the paper and then entered into a computer which was then PRINTED AS A BILL ON ANOTHER PIECE OF PAPER. When asked if I could add to the order, I was asked to return to the first counter and place a new one. On two new sheets of paper.
Once we got our bill, we had to move to the third counter where we waited for someone to give us our order (in the tray with the carbon copied sheet). The man there then stamped our bill and stacked away the large sheet of paper.
"Next please!"
This is the last time I'm stepping foot into a place that uses more paper per order than fries beside my burger. So dear Sir or Ma'am (I should be yelling 'Murderer'), I ardently hope that the next tree that falls to help keep your organised system running smoothly lands right on your brilliant head- before any employee can shout, "TIMBER".
Yours in disgruntled annoyance,
Ishika
Ishika
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