Wendy's — Restaurant in Bordentown Township

Around 7:28PM 7/15/25. Just went through the drive thru and the man who took my order could not have been any more rude. Extremely short at the speaker. I then pull up and as I pay I state that I need a receipt. Slams window in face mid sentence. Hands me food and card, no receipt. I restate that I need the receipt. He looks absolutely disgusted that he has to speak to me. Slams window. Messes with receipt printer. Opens window and says machine isn’t working. I say I really do need a receipt as I am reimbursed for travel exp… slam. There goes the window again. His body language is awful. Clearly doesn’t want to be there. Had me pull up and wait. Fine. Brings receipt out and, with a disgusted to be doing this look on his face, hands it to me. I say to him, “You look like you don’t want to be here. He stops and looks at me and nods as he says no I don’t.

I’m sorry I ruined your day for needing a receipt.

Get this guy away from any sort of customer service. He needs to go on the grill or out the door. I can’t be the only one going through your drive thru tonight that experienced his poor attitude.

Ps. I tried to call the manager, because it was THAT bad. (I have never called a fast food restaurant in my entire life to complain. Was hung up on three times before even a hello. So, therefore, I leave this review instead of what could have been a private conversation on how my...

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