AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

Yesterday, I woke up and didn't really have anything breakfasty around the house to eat and I wanted something breakfasty, so I hopped in the car and headed over to Dunkin Donuts. I waited in line until it was my turn to order and when it was I told the clerk that I wanted an extra large number five combo on a croissant with black coffee. For those of you who do not have the Dunkin Donuts menu committed to memory, a number five combo is, according to the picture on the wall behind the cashiers, a Supreme Omelet Sandwich on a croissant with bacon. I thought that I had given all of the information required for my order to be filled successfully. Apparently not because the cashier had a few questions for me.
"What kind of meat do you want?"
"Shit," I thought to myself, I knew I got a choice of bacon, sausage or ham, but the picture has bacon so I assumed the sandwich came with bacon by default. Oh well, in the picture the sandwich is on a croissant and I felt it necessary to specify that part of the sandwich, right? "Bacon," I told her.
"Do you want that on a bagel, croissant or English muffin?" I was a little taken aback by this question.
"Um, I'll have it on a croissant, I guess."
"Cream and sugar in your coffee?"
"Yeah, I think I'll have my coffee black today, thanks for asking," I mean, I always try to be polite to people who are waiting on me, I'm a server and I can't stand when people talk to me like I'm an idiot or a machine without feelings. Maybe she didn't actually hear ANYTHING I said. Apparently this was the case because I watched her start to pour my coffee in the smallest possible cup that isn't made especially for espresso. "Um, I think I asked for an extra large," I said, finally asserting my rights as a consumer.
"No, you didn't," she wasn't being intentionally rude, she was just stating what was, in her mind, a simple fact. I hate to say this but I think it might actually be time to replace fast food workers with robots.