Chicken Sandwich Blues
I had an experience last night that completely blew me away. I have to write about it before I do anything else first because it was so surreal and second because I still can't quite believe it.
I left my friend's house last night and stopped for a chicken sandwich before heading home. I place my order and drive around to the first window like I was directed. After waiting there for about 10 - 15 minutes, the car at the window in front of me drove off so I moved up. I went to hand the young lady in the window my card and noticed there were two of them, one of whom should have been at the first window...
Anyway, she took my card and ran it through and then I didn't see her for a while... The young lady who was giving me my food gave me a strange look and I wondered to myself. "Is that how I acted as a teenager?" Then she disappeared in the back too and I'm scratching my head wondering what is happening.
Food girl returned to the 2nd window with a frightened look on her face and proceeds to tell me that money girl accidentally dropped my card into the hot grease and basically it was melted!!!! WHAT?! I was too stunned for words, to flabbergasted to be angry.... I just sat there, blank... The manager came and apologized profusely and offered to give me my meal free. Nice of her, but the card had already been swiped before the unfortunate grease incident... So she gave me her contact information to come back in and get a free meal on another day. They were all very apologetic and very nice about it. How could they have know that they'd practically cut off my right hand?
Anyone who knows me will tell you I almost NEVER carry cash. I use my card for
So here I am with no card and very little cash - too much in shock at the absurdity of it all to be angry. I was thinking to myself, I should have just paid with cash... I should have just taken my behind home, I should have, should have, should have. Hindsight does not change the fact that my card is gone and I have to request a new one. It doesn't change the fact that I need to get cash somehow so I can gas up my car and buy my commuter bus tickets for the next two weeks.
I woke up this morning and thought surely it must have been a dream... until I opened my wallet and saw the empty slot where my card used to be. (sigh...) I often wonder if this and the other bizarre things that seem to only happen to me, are some sort of payback for some unknown evil I may have done. I wonder what I need to do to balance it out and swing things back into my favor. Most importantly, I wonder if they are going to continue to make and serve fries cooked in grease contaminated by plastic particles...
Gotta run and go call the bank now...