McDammit
I don’t go out for fast food very much these days. Now I remember why.
I snuck away from the corporate chains just long enough to squeeze in some personal business. I had the audacity to be away from my email for 2 hours. You bet, somebody had to have an email answered immediately during those 2 hours, so I got a phone call from the top.
It was made clear to me that I was expected back “in the loop” before much longer. Having had no food yet for the day, and it getting near 3 pm, I went through a McDonald’s drive through on my way home.
I got one of the worst meals of my life, which is saying something. Back when a value meal was three bucks, I didn’t expect a lot, but come on. I rang up $6.29 on a chicken sandwich combo and it was inedible. Burnt bread ( both halves were black inside) and a rubbery round sponge of chicken, wilted lettuce, and a ranch sauce that resembled glue.
Naturally, I discovered this once I was back home (where I work) and had 5 minutes to eat before having to respond back to the crisis du jour.
I know that fast-food represents the ultimate in “buyer beware.” I know people are underpaid and the food is cheap by design. I know people are human and make mistakes and that’s why I check the bag before leaving the drive up window.
Now, apparently I have to open my sandwich and inspect it before pulling away. I wouldn’t care if they forgot the lettuce or put too much sauce on there. All I ask, is for something that’s not completely disgusting. My expectations are low.
What did I do about this Chicken McNasty meal? Not a damn thing. I didn’t have time to go back and complain. In the big scheme of things it’s a sandwich. But it’s not the first time I’ve had really old, or really bad, food from a McDonald’s.
Eating there is like gambling. You get edible food just often enough, to keep going back.
