Cabbage Boy: DQ Takes Cake For Cuss-tomer Service

At our local DQ, my wife and I ordered PB Parfaits to go. I casually watched them being made but didn’t think of the ramifications until I tried to eat it. The girl making them got to the bottom of the peanut jar. So instead of getting more peanuts, she just dumped the remains in. Once I got to the layer of “peanuts” and fudge, I got a spoonful of peanut husks and salt. Not quite what was expected. So I drove back and took the half of the parfait in. The girl behind the counter asked ME what she should do about it. A bit taken back, I said I would like a new one. So she made me a new half of a parfait. Now that was cuss-tomer service/ Cabbage Boy.