With the leisurely pace, I wonder if some of the employees had organized a quiet-quitting strike or something.
Reminds me of the time I pulled up to a Del Taco, and it took so long for someone to take my order that I thought the intercom might be broken and I was about to pull forward. I don’t remember how long I waited in line, but it was foreeeever. When I finally got to the window, I discovered why: There was one guy working in the whole restaurant. ONE. He’d take an order, then leave and go to the back to make the food himself, leaving no one to take orders or payments at either the drive-through window or the inside counter.
I felt so bad for him, his day must have been awful.
Here’s my nope rope. He’s a rope that said “nope.”