This is exacely what I had yesterday but unlike yesterday, I had no trouble getting it down and in fact, an hour after eatting, I was hungry again! I think I'm over whatever made me sick...
Lunch: At Arby's with French Dip Samwhich, fries, a Diet Pepsi and piss poor service!
......At Arby's I ordered "the Number one, with drink and a large order of moterillo sticks instead of fries. Can you do that?" "Yes, sir." I got the order and took the sacks to Kathie (we were eatting at her office). I had the feeling the kid at Arbys had fucked up my order but I wasn't going to worry about it.
......I was wrong. He'd fucked up Kathie's order.
......She was pissed and insisted that I return to Arbys to get her motzerillo sticks; she wasn't going to wait till I was done with lunch!
......So, taking her car instead of Lumox (my 1984 Suburbon), I went back to Arbys. There was a very large croud of people waiting but I wasn't about to wait in line. I went to the side of the line and stated "I'd like to speak with a manager please!"
......She came over and I explained how I'd ordered the motzerillo sticks but not gotten them. I said I'd like to get them. She asked, "which register did you buy them at?" I pointed to the one closest to me. The kid behind the counter said "it was me". I respect the boy for having the courage to admit that. (He was still working at Arby's on 6 June 2006.)
......Another boy brought over the sticks, plopped them down on the counter in front of me and turned away.
......I said "I'd like some sauce, please."
......He plopped two containers in front of me and started to walk off.
......I said "This is carry out. Could I have a bag?"
......He asked the manager what I was talking about. She said something at amounted to "bag" and pointed him to them. The boy put a bag on the counter in front of me. He made no effort to bag the sticks.
......I did not attempt to get him to come back. (He was not working at Arby's on 6 June 2006.)
.....I was afraid he'd fuck up the sticks!
......So, I looked at the manager, she looked embarrassed and I packaged the sticks myself. She also gave me a $4.31 refund for my having to come back...
......I don't look gift horses in the mouth.
Dinner: An attempt at a Dillions salad but I couldn't get much down; my stomach is still "small" (I wish this would last...). So, I had a piece of a berry pie Kathie brought home with her and a beer (a MGD!).
At least, I got some vitimin Ethanol!
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