Beverage: diet Dr Pepper
Toast: let's get stupid
I think this chicken made me a li'l sick. It was certainly awkward purchasing it. The conversation went like this:
Me: yes, I'd like a number 2 with a diet dr pepper, breast meat and a biscuit.
Kid: .......what?
Me: a number 2.
Kid: ...yeah...what you want?
Me: uh- a biscuit.
Kid: size?
Here I think at first he means the size of biscuit, but then I think he must mean size of drink, which is confusing because it only comes in one size. But I stick with it.
Me (confidently): medium.
Kid: uh. yeeeeah. Size?
Me (now realizing he said sides not size before): oh. A biscuit.
Kid: it comes with a biscuit. Side?
Me: uhhhhh.. Cole slaw?
Kid (rolling his eyes over the speaker): yeah.
Then I pull around and wait forever. He finally comes to the window his hands full of drink, straw and box. I have money in my hand and neither of us can give each other anything. It's the embarrassing conclusion to a ridiculous exchange. I take the chicken and retreat in haste. Now I feel gross and stupid.
Funny stuff! Love the photos -- they're sorta like outer space chicken, all wispy-willowy and vague. Nice!
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