Jamaican customer service...an oxymoron.
I was at the gym one day on the other side of town and called in an order. Dude told me 30 minutes, I said no problem I'm not close and I will be like 45. He then says OH DAMN! You sound cute! What do you look like?
I said I guess you'll see when I get there.
I get there, 45 minutes from when I call, do you think the food was ready? Of course not. Not only was it not ready, it took them another 20 minutes to fix my plate. Then the guy is trying to flirt and shyt

.
GIMME MY GODDAMM CHICKEN
He actually gives me free plates when I go up there now

. He calls himself my jerk husband. My dad says he always asks about me

. But my dad makes it worse, he gives him extra food when he goes and my dad is cheap so he tries to keep the man's hopes alive.
I guess it was worth it.
