Crave....

So just like in the commerical the orange round chair called me. Craving the chicken sandwich.

Heres the thing. Usually the Whities or White Asshole or any other funny name is for after drinking alot or late at night when nothing else is open. Its not often that I go during the day. My other option was pizza and I should of gone with that one.

Notice the nasty cheese on these sandwiches. Back in the day the damn sandwich was TOTALLY different. It had a little chicken square like the sliders and no stinkin cheese. So I now have to ask for my chickens with NO cheese. I am sure you see where this is going. They gave me sliders with cheese. AHHH. Now this is after waiting close to 20 mins for my food. I was on the phone w/ Dennis and even he heard me ask for no cheese.

They make me pull up...i so hate this and if there wasn't 100 people behind me I would have refused. I pull up bitching and complaining, I just know they are going to eff something up.

He comes out, I make him wait for me to check the bag, hey they made me wait, There was 2 mayos in the bag, (now Jacki your with me on this one) 2 isn't gonna cut it. I would rather give the food back than eat it. So I made him get me more mayo.

I came back to work and ate it, wasn't all I thought it would cracked up too and I want to kick the orange chair because my craving got me no where.

Now for some reason I have a headache and will probably run off to the potty at some point.

I did eat a Snickers Ice Cream Bar for dessert...that make everything better.

Ah the little things.