I just read an article (accompanied by this photo, which was the last thing I needed to see right when I'm deciding what to get for lunch) about a woman who called 911 three times because she paid for McNuggets at McDonald's and was then told that they were all out.While I may not have called 911 (and certainly not three times), I can tell you that if I had been in the same situation, there would have been a scene, and I would have essentially forced the McManager to drive to the nearest other McDonald's and get me my fucking McNuggets. You don't screw around with my processed "chicken", damnit.
And I'd be right there with you. My McDonalds is temporarily out of Sauce Deluxe (best fry-sauce ever) while they run some fuck-off promotion with some Alps-inspired food. No one wants your fancy schmancy bullshit - at the end of the day we all know it's still McDonalds. Just stick with a Big Mac and my freaking fry-sauce. Which is essentially what I said to my McDonalds guy. I'm so pleasant when I'm hungover.
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