I ordered a combo #2 at the cashier and waited. Attempt 1: I was refilling my drink when I heard my number called. I was half way to the pick-up counter and some black guy walked up to the counter, took my bag, said«thanks», and took off like a bandit. I looked at the black guy exit through the door and briskly walk down the street. I thought to myself it was probably better if I didn’t go chase down the guy in the middle of the night in a town I don’t know just for some food that the girl at the counter mistakenly«handed» it to the wrong person. Not my problem. So I presented her my receipt and told her she gave it to the wrong person. She called over the manager and he told me they’ll make me a new order. Attempt 2: My order is remade after a couple of minutes but I looked in the bag and the curly fries I ordered wasn’t in there. I told the same girl and she let out a heavy sigh, called her manager, and he gave the approval to switch out the normal fries for curly fries. But, it would take a few more minutes since they just polished off their last batch. Attempt 3: I get the curly fries and opened the burger carton to make sure there was no mayo on the bun. Yup, you guessed it, mayo galore! But at this point I was tired after waiting around 15 minutes for 1 order so I said«fuck it» and convinced myself that a little mayo wouldn’t hurt me since I’m already eating red meat, soda, and deep fried potatoes. Jack in the Box’s Score — 49 Points