Even Sonic Sucks in Eastwick

OMG! Mr. Bitchford and I decided to cruise over to Sonic today and take advantage of happy hour. This is when the slushies are half price. We placed our order, and then we were quoted what sounded to be an incorrect total. You can't really hear what they say on those speakers. So, the woman brings us our slushies. Our total is wrong. We explain the Sonic menu, which is giant and in front of us, but she looks at us funny. She says she'll be right back. My drink seems awfully liquidy. I open it, and it's a cranberry juice. Not a cranberry juice slushy, which is what I ordered, but a cranberry juice. No biggie. She comes back and explains that we ordered juice and that's why it's not half off. We explain that we ordered slushies and not juice. All of a sudden she turns into psycho Daisy Mae. She says, "Get out of the car and explain it yourself! It's not my fault!" Then she walks away with our $20. WTF, bitch? Mr. Bitchford goes to explain it, and all is well again. I hate to give up Sonic, but this one has been infiltrated by all of the extra special fucktards in this town. The last time I ordered a Sonic Reese Cup Blast, it didn't have any Reese Cup in it. Sigh.