I'm leaving work, and decide to stop at the new Taco Bell on Martin Luther King JR Drive, and 421. I pull up to the menu and order. The lady reads back my order and then states "have a blessed day." I'm sorry what did you say? Okay. This is the south, and people are religious here. Sure you can say she was just saying blessed, as in not meaning a God, but I doubt that was the case. Besides whose blessing me? The Taco Bell lady? Is this really needed? Do I really need to seek out the comfort that some middle-aged high-school drop out, who wishes good tidings upon my day?
So I pull up to window 1, where obviously the lady takes my money and advises me to once again, have a blessed day.
I pull up to window 2, where a big black woman (not the same one) advises me to pull forward and they will bring it out to me, oh and then she said "have a blessed day." Its at this point I'm under the assumption that Taco Bell has taken southern hospitality to a new level.
Eventually a guy comes running out of the building with my food. He hands me the bags, and yells "have a blessed day" This time I give him the WTF face, but he doesn't notice as he runs back in to Taco Bell.
I'm sitting there staring at my receipt and then at my tacos. The order is completely wrong. So I go back into Taco Bell and advise them of such. Eventually they get around to fixing it, and I start to walk out. This is when the fourth person- the Manager yells "Ma'am."
I stop and cringe.
"Have a blessed day."