I first should state that I enjoy most of the menu items Arby's has to offer; hence I'm quite capable of being subjective. With that said, I want to say, after the meal my wife and I experienced today, I'd rather eat rotten meat off a chicken bone discarded in a dumpster while sitting at the bottom of a sewer while being shat on while being attacked by a swarm of radio active bees who are also growing a monkey tail over my head on me with their radio active super, but tiny, bumble bee poo while being fisted by Freddie Kruger. The trash we were offered tasted like male cat spray—perhaps that's how the home-boys in the back mark who prepared which sandwich. I know that constructing a meal at Arby's is, in fact, akin to rocket science, but I'm sure, with all the Master's Degree caliber intelligence in the cooking/staging area they could at the very least figure out how to warm up the food; maybe even get the meat onto the bread (hopefully that's not asking to much). The entire team that operated your store between about 1:30PM and 3:30PM of today's (22 May) date indeed deserve to be fired. I'm completely serious. The food was atrocious. After I finished writing this complaint I plan to go have a nice long scorching hot acid bath just so I can get the nasty-ass grease off my skin, then I probably will drink a gallon of Drano to make sure I can get every disgusting morsel out of my body. I wouldn't feed anything coming from that particular store to a starving third world child—hell, I wouldn't wish it on the bums who tend to sleep around the perimeter of the store. I plan to also complain elsewhere as I'm sure this particular complaint will fall on deaf ears.
Good luck on your chicken salad taste-off, I'm sure the mediocrity of Arby's will surely get a couple votes. Good thing I can't use profanity on this email then I could of told you how I really feel.
Nathan Peek
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