Perhaps motivated by the submarine here, I was moved last night to try the drive-through at a local Popeye's. Here follows a transcript of my experience, which

Perhaps motivated by the submarine here, I was moved last night to try the drive-through at a local Popeye's. Here follows a transcript of my experience, which as one might imagine I don't reckon I will soon repeat: Please wait to order. Ok. Go ahead. Yeah I'll have that shrimp po'boy. We ain't had that for four months. But it's on the menu? That's not us, that's corporate! That's not you? OK, I'll have one of those new chicken sandwiches. We won't have that until October. Then they get a new sign. What? So the sign will have been wrong for six months? How does that... ok I'll get the two-piece meal. We only got white meat mild and dark meat mild and... that's it. Uhhh... no spicy? I'm gonna come back another time, when y'all get a few things worked out here. You have a good evening. You can't expect much food left. It's only half-hour 'til we close!