I LOOOOOVE McDonald's breakfast. Specifically, I love the bacon, egg & cheese biscuits. I DON'T love how fattening and calorie-filled they are, though, so for that reason I only let myself have them once or twice a month. Well, this morning was one of those mornings, and I was looking forward to a mouth full of buttermilk biscuit and bacon and egg smothered with melted cheese... mmmm... so I go to pull up to the drive-thru and some car full of old ladies beats me there. CRAP. If I'd beat them, I would have been in and out of there in 60 seconds. NOPE. So I waited for them to order. Then I ordered my mouthwatering bacon, egg & cheese biscuit. Then I waited for them to pay - and watched as they dropped their change on the ground outside the car. Then I paid for mine. Then I waited as they got their food... and they didn't move. The guy came to the window again and disappeared, reappearing with a carton of milk. They still didn't move. The guy came to the window again and disappeared, reappearing with a cup of ice. Slowly, they inched forward, pulling into a parking space (presumably to check and make sure they had everything), and being as impatient as I was, I grabbed the bag from the poor guy at the window and took off, zooming down the road, anxious to have a bite of heaven. What a morning to hit all green lights... I had to wait until I was almost to the freeway before I finally hit a red light and was able to get into the bag containing my morning joy. I unwrap the paper, ready for my first bite of...
A SAUSAGE MCMUFFIN???????
No.
NONONONONO. That did NOT happen. I stared at it, willing it to transform into what I actually ordered. Nothing happened.
*sigh*
I was too far away to go back and complain and get my sandwich switched, so I just ate it. Then I sucked down a bottle of water. Later, I thought of those ladies in front of me, and how they probably checked their bag to make sure they got the correct order, and I started to laugh - I should have done that, I know I should have. Bad karma? I was irritated at those ladies for getting their order before me, and I ended up getting the WRONG order! I looked up the sandwich that I ordered compared to the sandwich that I actually ate, and there was probably 150 fewer calories in what I ate than what I WOULD have eaten... bonus! Everything happens for a reason. Maybe angels were looking out for me, which is why I got the wrong sandwich - maybe the egg was bad, or the bacon undercooked, or the biscuits poisoned. Maybe, if I'd gotten the right sandwich, I would have gotten sick. Or maybe the person who got MY sandwich gave it to a hungry homeless person, after they realized it wasn't what they ordered. Or maybe the guy screwing the orders up gave his manager the guts he needed to fire him, since he was a creepy employee and might have gone postal and shot up the McDonalds, therefore saving dozens of lives. HHMMM. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all!
Either way, I'm still burping up sausage and cheese. Gross.
This has happened before,believe it or not. A few years back, another well-meaning Runner named Bryan flooded the kitchen on the 10th floor by putting Palmolive dish soap in the dishwasher, instead of dishwasher detergent. UGH. That was a hard lesson learned for him. So naturally I assumed it had happened again; only, the two Runners left in the office that evening (Paul and Tim, who came in a few minutes later) load the dishwasher all the time, and they know what detergent to use. So I know THEY didn't cause the mess. I figure some genius filled their glass halfway full with Palmolive and didn't rinse it out - just stuck it in the dishwasher, causing this mess. Poor Tim and Paul were left to clean out the dishwasher, and call building maintenance to get the floor cleaned up.
