Well, my friend and I were in need of sustenance, and since this Dairy Queen was one of the only things serving such things within hundreds of miles, we went inside. It was a mistake that I will remember forever.
45 minutes after ordering, my cheeseburger was still missing, and my friend's order was completely incorrect from a-z. Finally, a person that wouldn't answer the nicest of questions(he only glared at you like he was starving and in a moment of delirium, he sees you as a dancing chicken wing).
I left with my "cheeseburger. Inside the car, I opened my sandwich. It was half a bun and a slice of cold cheese. I went back inside, with the intent to Jeff-Smash things. I didn't. That was a mistake.
Seriously, the zombie uprising will start from Fort Stockton, Texas. You heard it here first folks.
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