With no cars in the drive through, I was sure timing wasn't an issue. I order and pull around, where they tell me it will be a short wait while they grill fresh chicken. So I pull into a parking spot and put on a private concert to my Lady GaGa mix. For ten full minutes I sat there. That's a long time when you're just waiting, especially when I have somewhere to be.
So I throw the car in reverse and back up to the window. I tell the guy that it's been 10 minutes and I have an appointment to keep. I ask if I can come back in an hour to get the wraps. He was very apologetic and said that would be fine. Frustrated and hungry, I head off for my meeting.
An hour later I reappear at McDonald's to claim my food. Now, knowing their extremely low success rate for getting anything right, I'm skeptical of the transaction that is about to go down. I doubted they would have any clue what I was talking about, even though it had only been an hour. I also wondered if they would actually try to serve me the now-cold snack wraps they originally made for me. To mitigate any unnecessary confusion, I decided to go inside the store, rather than attempt this maneuver from the drive through line.
Inside, I approach the counter with my receipt in-hand. I mentally prepared myself for a verbal (and possibly physical) altercation with the unhappy-to-be-there staff. I let the girl know I was there an hour earlier, but there was a hold up and I had to leave. Shockingly, she said:
"Oh I remember. You ordered two snack wraps. Hold on and we'll make you new ones."
I was, obviously, surprised. I even began to feel a little bit guilty for pre-judging them so harshly. A minute later, she handed me a bag full of warm goodness.
I headed back to work with a renewed faith in the Golden Arches. There at my desk, ready to snack on my wraps, I open the bag to find an absence of anything chicken. Instead, the bag was full of french fries. There was only one thing I could do to make myself feel better. So I ate them.
-Lovin' It
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