Sometimes I wonder why I bother to order anything at a fast-food restaurant. Instead, I think I’ll just start going in and handing them a certain amount of money and say, “Just give me what you’d like. You will anyway.” For instance, the hubby wanted some KFC, so I volunteered to go get it.
Here KFC is combined with Long John Silver’s, so I decided to get this whitefish dinner so beautifully portrayed in a picture over the register. I ordered the customary batter, baked beans and cole slaw. The cute young girl took my order, since I was the only customer in the place, and took off to get my food. And that little thing was a whiz, zipping over here to take orders at the window, answering those buzzing lights in the cooking area and all the time packing food. Of course, while she was whipping around the place, she had to dodge the older lady talking to her mother on her cell phone and those other guys doing whatever they were doing.
When I arrived home, I discovered I had no beans, but I did have cold french fries, and my lovely lightly browned battered fish had burnt splotches all over it. At first, I thought, wow, this fish must have been swimming in the middle of all that oil because it’s got those oil balls on it. But seeing as how I was hungry, I ate it anyway only to discover that there was no possible biting through the edges of the fish because they were fried so hard it would have taken a sledge hammer to break it. Although my dentist would probably have loved the opportunity to make some money on my teeth, I opted to forego even trying to eat anything but the little middle section.
I had an interesting message recently on my AC content page from a Ms. Angelina Nyagu, supposedly a missionary in the Ukraine. I figure a couple of other AC writers probably got the same message, because it suddenly disappeared when I checked later. I looked up Ms. Nyagu on the internet and discovered the email was one of those scams to part my money from me. Little does she know, obviously, or she’d look for someone with more of it than me. I was pretty much wise to her already, though, because I’ve had some dealings with missionaries in my time, and I’ve yet to discover any that have money. It’s been my experience, they’re usually raising money. And then when Ms. Nyagu wanted me to divert “her money” to charities, I knew she was bogus. So, Ms. Nyagu, if an effort to help you, you just mail me the money, and I’ll see that it gets put in the right place. That’s the least I can do.
Hope everyone has a great week, and stay cool.