Baskin-Robbins

Our visit to this Baskin Robins was not unlike participating in an improv Monty Python skit, though ultimately more frustrating than that may sound, and a lot less fun.
For reasons I may never understand, our single order was handed off from the original order taker to two subsequent employees, each of which failed to realize that the «Raspberry Truffle Sundae» was a defined menu item on the board above their heads.
Instead, each staffer asked my daughter for her preference of cone (?), ice cream, and sauce. Hopefully, my kid simply asked for the items as listed on the menu board, only to learn that each and every ingredient was currently «out of stock.»
In turn, each of the first two staffers attending to us fled the scene, seemingly to attend to a drive-​thru order. When the third person to work on our sundae put it down, distracted by someone else’s order, we simply walked out, none the poorer, but down 15 minutes we would never get back.