I momentarily interrupt this perfectly happy blog site with an announcement of why I detest fast food joints.

Every now and then, I get a craving for something beside leftovers for lunch. I’m not knocking leftovers. They’re usually pretty tasty. But after the third day of the same chili I made this past weekend, I was itching for something different. So I went to McDonalds. I have to go once or twice a year to remind myself WHY I don’t eat fast food more often.

This is a real conversation I had just today at the McDonald’s drive-thru.

Speaker - “Hi. May I take your order?”

Me - “Yes. I’d like a fish sandwich meal with a large diet Coke.”

Speaker - “That’s a four piece chicken nugget. Would you like a drink with that?”

Me - “No. A FISH SANDWICH meal with a large diet Coke.”

Speaker - “Oh. A double cheeseburger meal. Do you want that large?”

Me - “NO! A FISH SANDWICH MEAL! Number 11. Large Diet Coke!”

Speaker - “Okay. A fish sandwich? Do you want the combo?”

Me - (oh my God) “YES! With a large DIET COKE!”

Speaker - “So, I’ve got a fish sandwich meal with a large diet Coke and a four piece chicken nuggets.”

Me - “Close enough.”

Speaker - “Drive around for your total.”

I wait in the line. I pay. I get my drink. I taste my drink before I drive away because these places notoriously try to give me regular Coke. And they HAD. I handed it back to them and told them that they’d given me real coke instead of diet. The girl said with a real smart ass attitude, “That IS diet Coke. The little button is mashed.”

Me - “I don’t care if the ‘button’ is mashed. THAT’S real Coke. Could I have a diet please?”

SmartAss - “That IS diet. Do you want diet Dr. Pepper?”

Me - “NO. I want diet COKE.”

SmartAss - “Well that’s all we got.”

Me - “Please just pour another cup using the diet Coke dispenser. Diet Coke will come out.”

SmartAss - “Pull forward. I’ll bring it out to you.”

So I pulled forward and waited again. They brought me what was probably the same exact cup because it still tasted like syrup. I gave up, came back to the office and poured it out. Water would have to work.

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All of that to get limp fries and a fish sandwich with a quarter size dollop of tartar sauce. I choked down a couple of bites of each and decided that my leftover chili sounded pretty good. I guess I’ll have to go back in another 8 - 9 months for another jolt of reality.

But the one thing my little experience did do was reconfirm how much I really like my own home-cooking.