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How Hardees Lost a Lifetime Customer
Sep 8th
It pains me to have to do this, because I have always loved Hardees as a restaurant. It was my opinion before that a Hardees meal was every bit as good as a Five Guys meal, at around half the cost. Sadly, I cannot make this recommendation any more.
Why? What happened to taint my experience so badly against Hardees? Here’s my story.
Last night (September 7, 2011) my girlfriend didn’t want to eat at home for some reason. After a little while of debating over where to eat, I had an idea: Hardees! We love(d) Hardees, and it had been a while since we had been, since we live in Daytona Beach, and would have to drive to the far end of Port Orange to get there (not a terribly long drive, but very much so for fast food).
After getting caught up in a long conversation with a neighbor on our way out, we begin our journey, one filled with peril as apparently every driver on the road at this time was apparently suicidal.
About a half hour later, we arrive at our destination, now starving. My girlfriend orders a 1/4 lb burger with chili cheese fries, and a shake. I order a Frisco burger without tomatoes (because I love those sourdough buns) with fries and a drink.
We sit at our table, with our order number sign neatly placed on the corner as we wait. It takes about 10 minutes, but we finally get our food. The first thing I notice is the tomatoes on my burger, when I had clearly asked for none. I am not one to just pick them off myself, because then I have to get all messy disassembling a burger that should have been made right the first time. I catch the employee who delivered the food before he even makes it back to the counter. The employee at the counter who took our order looks and sounds agitated, but apologizes and tells me he will bring a replacement out to me.
So now, here I am, starving, foodless, watching my girlfriend eat her food. That’s bad enough, just ending up out of sync with your meals when eating out with someone. I was already getting into a pretty bad mood from this. I took out my PV (Personal Vaporizer, aka electronic cigarette, an invention made for the purpose of “healthy” “smoking” and mainly being able to use it indoors where smoking is not allowed) and began to “vape” on it.
After about 5 minutes of using it, and several customers eyeing it and smiling, as is the usual routine because it is still so new to many people, the “agitated” employee approached me to tell me that smoking is not allowed in the store. I kindly explain to him that I am not smoking, it is a water vaporizer, etc. He just stood there and looked at me like he was dumbfounded. He then told me that it was corporate policy not to allow use of these in the restaurant. That’s not a policy I’ve ever heard of, since I’ve used it in hundreds of establishments without issue, including several times in previous visits to Hardees. If this truly IS a company policy of Hardees, would someone please link me to a legitimate place proving it?
That was strike two. Mess up my order and then deny me the thing that calms me down? Not a very good idea. Regardless, rather than argue the point, I just complied, because I don’t want to be rude.
Another 5 minutes go by, and my food, now tomato free, is delivered. At this point I am pretty angry, but too hungry to care, I just want to enjoy my food and go home. I notice that this burger has what appeared to be buttered, untoasted sourdough bread for a bun. My previous bun was toasted, and this confused me. “Whatever” I thought, I can’t wait ANOTHER ten minutes for them to get it right, I am too hungry.
I bite into the burger… only to discover that I cannot physically bite into the burger.
This was the hardest, most stale thing I had ever tasted, and the bread tasted like expired buttermilk.
I tried to bite into it again, as hard as I can, just to see if maybe it was just that edge that was bad. I got a mouthful of meat that tasted like Styrofoam.
At this point, I am furious. I’m done, over it, I want my money back. I take the food back to the counter yet again, and the employee is clearly very angry at this point, as am I. He went to take it into the back to replace it again, when I told him I just wanted a refund. He hands me back cash instead of putting the money back on the credit card we paid with (seriously?).
I am now fed up, and begin filling out a comment card, because this has been the second most horrifying eating out adventure ever.
That’s when my girlfriend reaches the bottom of her chili cheese fries, and discovers the short, curly black hairs.
Seriously? What the F**K?!?!?
AGAIN, I go back to the front counter, this time with pubic-hair-laced chili cheese fries, and the employee at the front counter just looks even more agitated than before, and just looks at the black guy in the back of the kitchen angrily, then says “Let me guess, you want a refund for these too?”
You’re damn right I want a refund for this too.
And to top things off?
My girlfriend had food poisoning from it, and was up all night in the bathroom until about 1:30am.
The only time I have ever received worse treatment in a business establishment was Taco Bell, and they have been on my “Never again” list for years. (The manager there cursed me out for returning my food because the order was wrong… I had ordered soft tacos and got hard tacos, with none of the ingredients I had requested. According to the manager I was supposed to just “suck it up”)
I did turn in my comment card to Hardees, and I also emailed them on their web site this morning, because I know the employees there will likely toss out my comment card so they don’t look bad.
I had always regarded Hardees as one of my favorite restaurants, but this experience has been so bad, and so disgusting, I can never go back, ever. There is nothing they can do to win me back as a customer at this point. I do, however, want to know what they are going to do to satisfy my anger from being treated like this.
Update: 9/10/11
I received a phone call from the district manager, apologizing profusely for our experience. He wants to make it up to us, and is sending us coupons for free meals so we’ll give Hardees one more chance. He assures me this kind of thing will never happen again.
He also informed me that he has never heard of a policy regarding the banning of electronic cigarettes in their restaurants.
MySpace Won’t Let Me Delete My Account
Mar 18th
All I wanted to do was delete my MySpace account.
I never use it any more, and most everyone that is my friend on there is on Facebook.
I seriously have absolutely no need for MySpace.
The only thing I ever get from MySpace is spam in my inbox, and spam friend requests (stupid promotion things, you know what I’m talking about, bands and tv shows).
Every time this happens, I get an email. Every time I get an email, my phone says “You’ve got mail”.
Even at 4am.
I have to leave the volume on the phone turned up for emergencies, since it’s my only phone. I need my emails on there because I work in the IT industry, and instant emails are required for my job.
So I’ve decided to cancel my MySpace account, and in turn, have entered the seventh circle of hell.
Let me walk you through a pictorial of what is happening for me.
Simple enough, right? One button. Cancel.
Ok, let’s do this.
I click.
It asks me why.
Ok, it doesn’t really matter why, if I want it, give it to me. I try to answer truthfully. Click cancel again.
Then, the popup.
Yes, I’m aware. I still don’t want it. I don’t want to deal with the account any more.
I click cancel again (3rd time clicking cancel, keep track)
Ok, now you want me to physically type out my reason for leaving? Didn’t I just answer this? It won’t let me cancel without typing anything.
I answer honestly. Click cancel again. (that’s 4 times now)
Ok, it looks like we’re getting somewhere now. This should be as simply as clicking a confirmation link in the email they sent me, right?
Ok, there it is. Clear as day. It says just click to confirm, and it’s gone within 48 hours. Can do!
Ok, it wants me to type and confirm my email address. I don’t see the point, but ok.
Wait, what? Doesn’t MATCH?
What part of it doesn’t damn match?
I proceed to attempt the same process another 4 times. Every time telling me that my email address is not my email address, when it clearly is. There is no alternative emails or contact methods on my account, only this.
Finally, I decided to contact MySpace help and support, which was hard enough on its own to track down. Of course there is no help online for my solution, so I am forced to email them. I do so unhappily.
I am very clear and concise about my demands. It is clear I am unhappy. This should get them off their asses, right?
Time to go to bed and relax. I’ll worry about it tomorrow when they email me back.
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8:50am, Friday morning – Phone goes off… You’ve got mail!
I awake to the sound of the phone with a massive headache still left over from the night before of attempting fruitlessly to delete my MySpace account. I check my inbox, and it’s from MySpace, it appears to be an answer!
Ok, I don’t get why they couldn’t just send the message in the email instead of making me click a link, but ok, I’ll click. Note the line about their assumption the issue is resolved if they don’t hear back from you…
Ok, clicking link, let’s move on with this…
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…….
Really?
So now, I am stuck in infinite loop hell trying to delete my MySpace account.
Instead of just raging and destroying something, and ranting to my Facebook friends about how much I hate MySpace, I am doing something productive.
I am documenting the fact that it is, in fact, IMPOSSIBLE to delete a MySpace account right now.
This is a violation of something, and I know it, so I am making it public with my proof. I am sending this article to anyone who might be willing to run the story or link here.
And especially, I am sending it to MySpace.
UPDATE 3/18/11
After writing this post, putting around the web, and notifying MySpace of it, they actually came through and offered to manually delete my profile, but only after jumping through some hoops to do it. (They asked me to log in to my profile and erase all the text content, to “prove” I had access to it…)
They tell me now that it will be removed within 72 hours. Let’s wait and see.
UPDATE 3/22/11
A big thanks to “The Consumerist” for posting this story, I love what you guys do, and yours is the RSS feed I pay the most attention to.
MySpace has finally deleted my account, for good.
Fuck…
Mar 31st
Tomorrow is my court date. I’d like to tell you I’m confident that I will succeed. I would like to tell you that I have a solid legal defense. I’d like to tell you that because I am innocent, therefore I will be found not guilty, or my charges will be dismissed, etc. because that is the right thing. I’d like that.
Unfortunately, that’s not how life really is. People get wrongfully arrested and charged all the time. I’m not the first, and this isn’t the first time I’ve been arrested for something I am innocent of.
Why me? Why does the government see fit to fuck with me? Am I an easy target because I can’t afford decent legal representation? I know I’m not dumb, so it can’t be that. I do or say dumb things from time to time, but so does everyone else.
Why was I arrested for this? Were cops that night just THAT damned bored? Why didn’t the guy with the loaded shotgun next to him get charged with that? Why was I charged with some technicality bullshit when they had no other reason to hold me? What crime had I committed? What did I do that I have to repay society for? I think society owes me, if anything.
So now I lose more money. More extortion from the state. So many things that we have to pay for. I have to pay for a public defender. Aren’t those supposed to be free? You know, because people can’t afford an attorney?
The government is whacked out. If you want to own a car, you have to have insurance. Insurance is the one thing we buy that we’re afraid to use because our rates go up. It’s nothing but a form of gambling, and the government extorts us by saying we HAVE to have it. To get insurance you need registration. To get registration, you need insurance. To simply own a car and not drive it, but have it just parked on YOUR property, you have to have both. Why? What sense does it make to pay registration and insurance on something that doesn’t get driven? If you don’t pay, they take the car and then charge you more money for them taking it. What kind of bent world are we living in?
I’ve moved my other car around so many times I sometimes forget where it is. Every time I move it to another city and then that city threatens to tow it out of my friends driveway. Seriously, what the FUCK? It’s not hurting anyone. It’s a 2005 for fucks sake, it’s not an eyesore. It’s not wrecked. Who is complaining about this car? Well, plenty of people have.
Fuck YOU, America.
And now I hope and I pray, afraid for my way of life, afraid of going to jail, for doing nothing wrong at all. And all the while, while the state invests taxpayer money, my money, YOUR money, into prosecuting me, they do nothing to stop the serial killers like the one that took the life of my mother when I was only 4 years old. I bet even back then they couldn’t wait for the day when they could arrest me for whatever they wanted.
Back in 1999 I was arrested by Holly Hill P.D. more times than I can count. The charges? Loitering and prowling. What was I really doing? Walking down the street, en route to a friends house. Apparently being out after dark is an arrestable offense in Florida. Not once did a charge stick to me. Every time, dismissed. Well the state seems to want to pursue this one, despite so many things they did wrong. They falsified information, tampered with evidence, and flat out lied to make their case. And apparently, I’m the criminal. Right. Sure. Whatever you say.
Not like I really expect better with politicians of today. They just keep getting worse every year. We’re long past due for something new. Bush has to go, and he needed to go 8 years ago. We need to pull our troops out of Iraq and back home. What the hell are we even doing there now? We got Saddam, right? WTF? A thousand internets to the person who can convince me that there is a good reason we are there that justifies the spending of the money and lives, and that is benefits America in any way.
Sometimes the only thing that keeps me from just killing myself (other than my girlfriend of course) is my fear of what will happen after doing so. Heaven? Hell? Nothingness? Reincarnation? Maybe I should be a cat in my next life so I can not give a shit about anyone or anything and still get everything I want. Because we all know cats don’t care about anything. Especially not you. You’re the food source, catnip source, and sometimes the source of petting. Don’t kid yourself if you think you’re more than that.
I spent most of the night taking out my aggression on stupid Horde assholes with my rogue, completely destroying them on the battlefield because it makes me feel better to kill them. Soon I will become more powerful than they can handle. That will be the day.
But of course this rests directly on what happens Tuesday. Once again fucking up my entire sleep schedule to defend myself for something that never happened. Rest assured, if I am somehow convicted of this, the moment I have even a little bit of freedom to do so legally, I am out of this fucking country for good, renouncing my citizenship, and taking all those I care about with me.
How can America expect support when they’re such douchebags? And this is coming from an American.
Go figure.
On second thought…
Go fuck yourself.




