1. Ordering two kids' meals with fries and receiving one with fries and one with applesauce.
2. The one that came with applesauce came with no spoon.
3. Ordering a warm roast beef sandwich with Swiss and getting a roast beef sandwich with no cheese of any kind, cold.
4. Receiving two Capri-Suns with the kids' meals, BUT ONLY ONE STRAW.
5. Using my pocketknife to open up a hole in the lame Capri-Sun big enough for a regular straw to fit in (sacrificing my own straw -- and I LOVE straws), and spilling a quarter of the fruit punch down my shirt because those blasted tin-foil Capri-Sun containers are so flimsy.
I MIGHT have wanted to utter a few words that definitely shouldn't be uttered on a Sunday.
All of this happened yesterday when I drove through Arby's, by the way. So even though I could have gone inside and remedied most of it, I was with the kids by myself and didn't feel like dragging everyone in to deal with it. So we just coped.
I admire Truett Cathy and all that, but sometimes I just want to kick him for keeping my beloved Chick-fil-A closed on Sundays.
2 comments:
Apparently you love Chick-fil-a like I do. You need to watch this couple minute video. It's a song about Chick-fil-a and you'll love it. It's G-rated and now my kids sing it. The little ones call it Triple A. lol
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsJHqstPuNo
Rachel, YES, we are HUGE CFA fans here. Can't get enough. Although I'm not a huge fan of their chicken salad ... it's the one menu item I don't really care for. Love the video!
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