I don’t know if you can tell if you follow me on this blog. But, I love food. I love to try new foods, and if I didn’t like something the first time I’ll try it again just to give it another chance. So it’s a blessing for me that I married a good cook. But, that comes with it setbacks as well. My wife wants to keep me around for awhile, so that means she cooks healthy and it eliminates on of my favorite food groups… Fast Food. So when I get the chance to grab an extra value meal with cheese I jump at it.
This pass weekend my wife was asked to make a cake and organize a wedding, which means she didn’t have a lot of time to cook. Friday night she had to be at the rehearsal and that left me on my own for dinner. For me that means I got to go to McDs. I believe that when I’m standing in line to get into heaven to walk through the Golden Gates, there will be drive thru for the Golden Arches along the way. Their fries are that good.
So I’m in the drive thru, mouth watering at the thought of getting my body its grease fix that it hasn’t had in months. Of course I get behind someone who doesn’t know what hey want. McDonalds has been around for 45 years, I Googled it so it must be true. I would think that in those 45 years a hamburger place has not changed their menu that much. Over time they have simplified their menu by making pictures on their menu board and putting a number to it. So finally after inhaling the exhaust fumes for 15 minutes from the clunker in front of me it was my turn. I got a double quarter pounder with cheese. That’s right, not one all beef patty (yeah right, all beef), but two all beef patties with cheese. Of course I paid extra for a larger size fries, why even bother if you don’t get the extra fires. For the drink I got a Dr. Pepper, I’m not insulting the mighty hamburger clown by getting a diet drink. So it’s my turn to pay after the person in front of me took 20 minutes digging in their car seats to pay for their meal. I get to the window and the cashier goes, you had two small fires correct. I wanted to say, “Do I look like a guy that would order two small fries.” But I politely said no and told her I had the number 3 (see it’s really not that hard to remember). I gave her my debit card and this little teenage brat goes “Your card was not accepted, do have any cash?” I just used the card five minutes ago at the store, and I haven’t carried cash on me since the late 90’s. How hard is it to swipe a card in a machine correctly? She probably couldn’t count change back to me right anyways. So I politely said no, and gave her a different card. I get my food and had to wait another 10 minutes to leave while I wait on that person in front of me to check to make sure they got their order correctly and eat half their fries. I really dislike that person.
Finally home, I get my treasure spread out on the coffee table, turn on the TV, get ready to settle down to enjoy my feast. I had to knock the cat off the table like five times to get his head out the bag. He knows after many years together that there are always a few fries at the bottom of the bag for him. What happens, I get the wrong drink. It was sweet tea. I’ve been down south long enough to enjoy sweet tea, not a big deal. But they messed up huge. My fry box was only half full. The whole point are the fries, I think they add a drug to them to make you addicted to them. I knock the cat away again thinking they all fell in the bag. Nope, I got ripped off. You would think after 45 years, they would have this down to a science and get an order filled correctly. But I had hope for tomorrow; my wife would be busy with the wedding and we had already talked about going to Wendy’s for lunch. MMMM biggie fires and a frosty, I thought I was in heaven.
