These past two weeks or so have been crazy busy at work. Not that I'm complaining! It truly makes the day fly by - and I'm enjoying what I'm doing so I'm a happy camper.
With that being said, the urge to get out at lunch time is strong - to get away and take my mind off things for an hour (and to get away from the few nuts we have rattling around our department). Particularly today as the sun was shining and it was warmer than it's been in a long while and especially since I know that more icky weather is heading our way this weekend.
I had decided to take myself up to the fast-food joint up the road and have one of their awesome hamburgers. I figured I'd take this burger and head over to the park and enjoy my lunch in the sunshine.
Now this particular establishment prides itself on just how slow their service is; they claim it's because that nothing is made until you place your order - yeah, right. But whatever, for a fast-food place their burgers are good.
I place my order, specifying "no ketchup and no onions." Because yeah, I'm picky like that - plus I like to assume that if I don't order it exactly like it appears on the menu I might get a fresher product - plus I don't like ketchup or onions on my burger. After spending approximately 12 and one half minutes in the drive-thru I receive my bag of cholesterol-raising goodness and head for the park - about five minutes away.
I arrive. Get settled. Crack open the bag. Take out the burger. I'm practically salivating at this point. It's going to be soooo goood! Take a big bite.
Not only is there a huge onion on my "burger" they also apparently forgot to put the main ingredient of a hamburger in! There was no burger in my burger.
No, I'm not kidding.
Basically I have a salad sandwhich ... with cheese.
Seriously?? I can see forgetting that I said no onion - you get in a routine, it's the lunch hour rush, whatever but to forget to put the meat on? How the hell does that happen? I mean, you remembered the cheese - but not the meat? They even have little pictoral signs up back there showing the employees how to make said burgers!
Needless to say, I headed back to said fast-food joint (I had to because 1. I needed to eat and 2. Because who the hell forgets the meat! and 3. I had to eat a burger - I was mentally prepared for the guilt I'd feel later after I ate it - so I was committed). When I walked in the manager asked if there was a problem. I informed that yes, indeedy there was - that I was holding a salad sandwhich.
The sad part?
He didn't seem surprised.
So instead of enjoying my lunch in the sunshine - I had to scarf it down like a rabid wolf and head back to work.
And it's stuff like this, my friends, that will keep me blogging forever . . . because how can you not share stuff like this with the world?