Jack-in-the-boxpertise
You don’t just know the combo prices. You live them. You breathe them. You yell at the employees who mess up your order like they’re your ex.
Your order is wrong and I’m yelling at Tim like he’s my ex and he’s still high.
Your fry is missing and I’m yelling at Mike like he’s my ex and he’s grumpy.
Your drink is missing and I’m yelling at Lisa like she’s my ex and she’s mad at her boyfriend.