Jen and I spent the day up in Boston. We attended Trooper Paul Barry's 1st anniversary Mass at St. Mark's in Dorchester. Then it was Florian Hall. A day of just hanging with people who matter to us.
Then we headed home after a long day. As good as it was to be with these people to celebrate Paul's life, it was also a heavy day......very emotional. We decided on one last bad-for-us-meal. Tomorrow we must be back on Atkins......meat....meat....burger....burger.
We pull up to the McDonald's drive through. Simple order. Three items. One cheeseburger. One "plain" cheeseburger, no condiments. One small fry.
We get one cheeseburger. We get one small fry. We get..........a roll with two slices of cheese?
Who is going to McDonald's for a roll and two slices of cheese.
I go back inside and the guy actually tries to tell me that the order was filled correctly. There is a slip attached to the paper. "See," he says "Plain, no burger." I reply "I ordered a plain cheeseburger. Cheese. Burger." He gave me a cheeseburger.
What nonsense. Jennifer blames me because I said "no condiments". She says no one in there knew what that meant. Hence all confusion was my fault.