Dang you, McDonalds!

Last night before bed, my stomach was growling in a fit of hunger. I ate some carrots (with ranch, of course), and soon headed to sleep. The carrots must not have helped  because this morning, I woke up to an even louder growl. Since I keep nothing quick and handy in the house, I headed to McDonalds.

Like usual, the line was wrapped around the building. I whipped it into a spot, went inside, and watched people cut and hang all over each other. Not what I wanted to endure at such an early hour. Nastiness is what it was.

So when I finally get to the counter, I order my go-to, a #3: bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with orange juice to drink. I wait around and finally hear the order and see them place the bag down. The man's words were kind of jumbled, so I asked the cashier if it was the bacon, egg, and cheese. She huffily repeated my order to me (as if I didn't know what I ordered).

 I took the bag, got in the car, came to work, talked a little bit, and finally got my Mickey Dee's bag out. Lo and behold, it was WRONG! Some d-bag had ordered a steak, egg, and cheese bagel and guess what was in my bag? A nasty, gross, smelly steak, egg, and cheese bagel.....with onions. Gag me with a spoon.

So dang you, McDonalds, for giving me the wrong order, making me waste $5 bucks, and me having to eat saltine crackers for breakfast. It's only  been 10 minutes, and my stomach is still hungry. Dang you!