text: Sons of fucking bitches. \n\nThree orders of food and when we pulled up to the drive-thru window and asked to add a taco to the order, we were told by the young man working the drive-thru window that NO, there are no \"extra\" tacos, they are made to order. \"Yeah, we want to order one.\" He then responded by saying we cannot add any food to our already existing order, and that if we wanted to add any food to the order that we would have to exit the drive-thru and drive back around and get back in line again. No joke, he said \"no seriously, you can't order a taco. It's business, you understand.\" No, I don't understand. Your business is to sell me artery-clogging food, and you are refusing to do so? To top it off, when I called later to talk to the manager, a co-worker answered the phone giggling and then finally said \"uhhh. EHH ... HELLO?\" \n\"Hi. Is this Jack in the Box?\"\n\"Uhhh. YEAH.\" \nLooks like JITB needs to step it up on the employee training manual.