Ah yes, the Golden Arches, home of the Big Mac and other variations of unhealthy food. Lately, I’ve been frequenting the local Mc-e-dees for one reason. I occasionally indulge in a fillet-o-fish sandwich! Yes, I know it is sinful, but what is even more ungodly is trying to order custom in McDonalds drive-thru.
Luke and I made a run after Pulse the other night. I order: “A fillet-o-fish sandwich without cheese and without tartar sauce, on a WHEAT bun with ONLY mustard, please.” I repeat myself three times, which is customary for a special order. Generally, after this, I get the “hold on please……………. we’ll have your total at the first window… pull around.” not a good start. :(
Ok… Pulling up to the first window to pay. I’m hopeful, that unlike the other 20 times I have ordered the same EXACT sandwich, this time will be different and I will get it “my way”… oh wait, I’m not at Burger King.
Second window… waiting… a short pause is good. Maybe someone is taking the time to get my order right? (cue laugh track)
“Negative Ghost-Rider the pattern is full…” That’s a WHITE bun if I’ve ever seen one! I always return the wrongly made fast-food with a certian amount of trepidation, knowing that I am at the mercy of the sometimes scornful kitchen boys. The highest cruelty is to mess with someone’s food…
I’m relieved to see that the guys at the counter look very friendly and welcoming! “Here is a free desert on a us! Sorry for all the trouble kind sir.” …no, that actually didn’t happen. I was just lucky someone didn’t stick the fillet in their armpit before the served it to me.
But what did happen, was a wheat bun, a fillet of fish and a literal dab of mustard. Yes, there is fish under all that bread. I was happy. Luke was happy and already done eating by the time I made it back to the car. :) We sang da da da da duuuummmmm…. all the way back to the apartment. I’m lovin’ it! (sort of)