No fast food for me. It’s all terrible.
Once, when driving form Seattle to Idaho, we stopped halfway for gas, and because I was hungry, got something from McDonalds. Chicken nuggets. I had one bite and handed it back to the person at the counter.
“You call that food?” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear me. I have no clue what was in that ghastly, greasy stuff, but nothing resembling chicken. Tasted like recycled tires.
I do have to admit, for the sake of honesty, that the occasional McDonald’s chocolate shake tastes fine in an emergency. After a four-hour dentistry horror, for example, I was not going to cook at home, stopped and had a really large shake. Was grateful that they were there. My daughter was aghast. YOU stopped at McDonalds? Yep, once every five years.
I was on vacation with my puppy dog
when we stopped at whatever the bunch
is that has chicken nuggets. The dog
wouldn’t eat ‘em and she was hungry.
Lesson learned.
I would have cringed if I heard you. That is ghastly behavior to the counterperson, snob.
I’m the same. Rarely have fast food from anywhere. Once every few months I might stop at Chick-fil-a when I’m with my mom. I love their frosted lemon shake. Very refreshing in the summer.
Chicken McNuggets are disgusting. Bad, synthetic chicken bits.
You acted poorly. Just throw them away if they’re not to your taste. Causing that scene was uncalled for.