I deserve a break today...

This actually occurred. Tonight. In the lovely metropolis of Childersburg. Ah, Childersburg. Sister-city to Sylacauga, or Sly Town. The foul-smelling, armpit of central Alabama. But I digress - this post is dedicated to Childersburg and one of her finest eating establishments...McDonalds. Just the name McDonalds is one of my greatest pet peeves. It is pronounced mick-don-alds. NOT MACK-don-alds. Why is that so hard to 99% of the free world? MICK. Not MACK. Get it right people. Anyhoo I was hungry before I went to G's basketball game, so being the obese American that I am, I went to MICKdonalds. I waited my turn in the drive thru, pulled up to the board, and was greeted with "Welcome MACKdonalds, can I take your order?" I replied, "Yes. I would like a 6 piece nugget Mighty Kids meal with a coke." Bon Qui Qui didn't miss a beat and angrily informed me "We out of chicken." I said, "Okay then, I'd like a hamburger happy meal - no onions - with a coke." Again, ever punctual with a retort, I am informed, "Ma'am...we out hamburger meat too." Are you kidding me right now? You out chicken, AND hamburger meat? I'm sorry - I thought I was in MACKdonald's drive thru...not Taco Bell. HOW can you be MACKdonalds AND have no chicken MACKnuggets and no hamburger meat? I am starting to think those dang Mayans were right. This is most def a sign of an upcoming apocalypse. Back to my story, I said, "Are you kidding? Are you really out of hamburger?" Precious, darling Bon Qui Qui raises her voice a smidge too much for my liking and angrily tells me "I SAID we out of chicken and hamburger meat. We out. You want something else?" No ma'am. I'm good. I don't want to overindulge on ketchup packets and apple pies.