I've mentioned before how much I love McDonald's. This has nothing to do with pregnancy. This is just pure golden arches love. Well, a couple of months ago I had very slow service at the McDonald's drive-thru. I'm talking 15 minutes for 3 cars slow. I would have gotten out of the line but I was blocked in by a car in front and a car in back plus I really wanted my freakin' fries.
So I waited, ate my fries on the way home, and promptly wrote an email to the online complaint department at McDonald's.
Lo and behold, today I received a phone call from a Ms. Juanita (apparently some bigwig at McDonald's) who told me she would like to offer me a free meal at the offending location! I was so excited, I was practically dancing when I got off the phone. Josh asked what the good news was and I did a little raise the roof while I sing songed, "I got a free meal at McDonald's I got a free meal at McDonald's!" Josh rolled his eyes and went back to his post-Yom Kippur football viewing.
But now I'm stuck in a bit of a conundrum. You see, Juanita said that I could get a free meal but I didn't ask her what was included in this alleged meal. I mean, I'm pregnant. What might be a "meal" to some could be a mere snack for my belly full of babes.
I'm going to assume it means I get an appetizer, drink, nuggets, fries, and dessert. And maybe an extra dessert. Just because. I mean, Juanita even said how nice my complaint letter was. She was complimenting me on complaining!
Yeah, I know how to get sh*t done.
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