Church's Texas Chicken

If u could give a 0 stars I sure as heck would. 0 of the staff I'd seen months prior, 20 minutes in a drive through behind the person ordering, another 5 to be seen once I was up.
An entire further 15 minutes to relieve my food.
And to top that off, the spicy chicken sandwich I received was pink in the center,

The Hours of operation are advertised as open until 10 pm on weeknights.
I arrived at 9:45 pm and parked my motorcycle, then proceeded to the lobby.
This is preferable for those wanting to avoid the risk of drive-thru disaster on a motorcycle.
I usually don't use drive thru windows when riding.
However, finding the lobby locked up tight meant only one thing; I would be required to take my chances in a driving space with no escape route, frequented by hungry, and often distracted drivers.
But, it was getting late and the risk seemed minimal.
It was 9:47 - ish, when I arrived at the menu/speaker in which you place your order, and waited a couple of minutes to be told to wait some more, which I did.
It was about 9:50 now, and I realized that a scheme was being played out, and my chance of ordering and purchasing what I came for were dwindling by the moment.
For as I sat waiting, it became clear that the priority of the staff was not the making and selling of fried chicken.
No, that enterprise had been supplanted by the importance of locking the doors, getting "Closing" duties completed and any unfortunate "Pesky" customer would wait until such time that preparing fresh chicken would no longer be an option and could be justified as a responsible decision.
I watched staff take garbage out 3 times before being given an opportunity to order.
It would seem to be too late at this point, but I think this is how the scheme is played out, at the customer's expense.
It now is clear, BEFORE my arrival, almost 15 minutes earlier, the staff had no intention or desire to provide service to anyone but themselves.
Closing up and getting on with what is important to them was the singular priority, reserving absolutely none for any unfortunate customer who happens to come along, albeit late, but during hours of operation non the less.
When I pulled up to the window and asked for the Manager's name, I was met with angry refusal, then violent intimidation by ripping open the window in a threatening manner, then finishing his tantrum with a childish insult about my motorcycle's perceived appearance. As I write this, the fix or remedy for such an occurrence is unclear to me.
Some, I'm sure will find the fault to be solely my own, and any attempt to bring attention to what occurred, a waste of time and effort.
Personally, I only find offense in the way in which the young man used intimidation as a tactic to defend what he must consider to be right.
I believe many of that generation to be product's of their environment, just as I surely was when figuring out the whole "life" thing, responsibility, work ethic, and what a difficult time it can be discovering that work, involves, you guessed it, work. I thank God that I never really got what I deserved, and was blessed to work with some very patient people.
Some things just don't get a pass however.
Sometimes answers are offered as questions.
And, when life keeps giving the same lesson, ask the right question.
What is the right question?

Busy dinner rush was no barrier to great service and a perfect order.
Fast food is a stressful job environment.
Been there, and I wouldn't go back till I turn 90! Hats off to the crew.
Thanks for not being like the other guys.