And All I Wanted Was a Chili
filed on Monday, April 04, 2005 at 7:01:32 PM CST

So, last night, I stopped at Wendy's for dinner.  I ordered a Classic Double with Cheese, a Chili with Cheese and Onions for the side, a Biggie Sized Rootbeer to drink, and additionally, a Bacon and Cheese Baked Potato with Sour Cream, and to top it off, a Medium Frosty.

Pulling up to the first window, I pay my money, get my change back, and wait to get to window #2.

Once there, I get my rootbeer.  My frosty.  And then a bag with a baked potato and a cheeseburger.  *sigh*  *wait for the person to come back to the window*

"Yeah, there's supposed to be a chili too," I say as he opens the window and asks what's wrong.

"You want one or two?" he asks me as he goes to hand me hot sauce for my chili.

Right.

*blank stare*

"No... there was supposed to be a chili with the order..." I say as I hold up the bag, sans-chili.

It took management looking at the receipt to figure out what I ordered and what was missing.

Some days I think I need to stop eating fast food.  Not so much because the food will kill me.  More because ordering the food will kill me by way of an aneurism.