May 16, 2008...3:39 pm

McWrong on 350 Hwy

If this continues, I’ll be doing that $5 foot long again.  I went to McChick-fila (McDonalds) for a late lunch this afternoon.  I had my sights set on the new Southern Chicken Sandwich meal.  It is a nice knockoff from the basic Chick-Fila sandwich.  That wasn’t the only thing that needed to be knocked off.  Try a few heads.

I added a $1 double cheeseburger to satisfy my anti-Shane urges.  Well, I checked my bag before I pulled off and noticed that they threw a fish sandwich in there instead of the chicken that I requested.  Nothing gets under my skin more than people who can’t do the simple stuff right. 

What makes matters worse is that the prick who was behind me decided to toot their horn.  All I will say is that they’re lucky it’s Friday.  So, I doubled around back and took the fish sandwich in to return it and get my chicken.  Please tell me why they always ask that dumb question when they see you holding a bag or item you got from the drive-thru window?  You know what that question is. 

“Is something wrong?”, the lady asked.  Nah, I’m just here looking at all the options.  I told them what I requested and they looked at me like I was crazy.  Then, the woman started speaking spanish to the people in the back.  Okay, here we go.  It seems like only hispanics are working in this particular McDonalds.  They had one white guy.  He was taking the money at window #1.  I guess he’s no good on fries. 

That must be rough, because when I get back to the car, I find out that the fries were stale as if they smuggled them in from Mexico.   How does McDonalds have bad fries?  That’s about the only thing they can do right.  If it wasn’t a good day (weather wise), I would have gone back a second time to rip into them.  The last thing I want them to do is to spit on my fries, or even worse, turn them into waffle fries (courtesy of some Timberlands).

I did have to tell them I wanted an apple pie for my troubles.  She said, “they’re two for $1″.  Lady, please.  I’m not paying you for your screw up. 

Moral of the story?  Yo debería haber comido en casa en cambio.