I’m pissed off at the moment. The McDonald’s close to my house totally sucks. Hubs went quick before he took the car—our only car—out to spend time with a friend. I’m foodless now because McDonald employees there are incompetent.
You’d think the person in the drive-thru would’ve said, “We don’t have that anymore. Would you like something else?” when hubby ordered the Daily Double. But no. They just loaded the bag with one sandwich for my kid and 2 fries.
If this were only the first time this had happened, I could forgive it. As fate would have it, this happens on a day when I’m carless. And so, I toast thee gentle readers who have come this far. Cheers, I say as I sip my white wine and prepare to get plastered.
Because plastered is better than pissed. Unless you speak British English.
/Edit/
Hubs made up for my burger free night by stopping at Wendy’s. I love him so much.
