Today, my usual Friday lunch with Dave being cancelled, I trudged off to conduct the latest round in the Great Chicken Fingers Experiment.
Today's results:
Five nice sized fingers
A pleasant mound of fries
And it was all free!
Yes, the guy (who some say loves me) took my order, cooked my order, gave me my order and said "here you go" and that was that. But I didn't pay yet! I'm positive he knew that. Obviously, this was a major attempt by him to tell me something. Some will say it's love, some will say it's something else.
Persoanlly, I choose love.
Anyway, I flatly snubbed his advance (as you all know, I learned the hard way that love and money don't mix) by pointing out that I hadn't paid for my meal. "Actually, I didn't pay for this yet," I stated, emotionless. It was like a slap in the face to a scorned lover. Quickly recovering, he gathered whatever composure he could muster and said "Oh yeah! Seven Dollars."
Sad, brokenhearted man.
It will be interesting to see how many fingers I get next time.
3 comments:
Scorning a lover? Oh, you'll get the finger next time ... you'll get the finger.
But you didn't tell us where the fingers were?
Sidney, I cannot disclose the chicken finger establishment in question as I fear doing so would in some way cause me to stop getting what I consider to be chicken finger favouritism.
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