We were on our way to the beach for a getaway memorial day weekend...just the two of us. I already had an extremely stressful morning where I had to drive 2 hours away and back again by myself to look for bridesmaid dresses for my soon to be sister-in-law. I was sick of driving, sick of being in a car...and now we were on our way to the beach and I had to sit in the car for another 2.5 hours.
We were starving. We must have been starving because we stopped at McDonalds drive-thru to get something to eat on the go. We were just ready to get to the beach.
This was around the time McD's was advertising their new southern style chicken sandwich, so I figured I'd try it. Declan ordered some random bits from the dollar menu (he's simple). As per usual with the drive-thru, a very unhappy, pubescent teenager hands you your bag of greasy goods, tightly rolled up (so you can't get a glance before pulling away) and mutters, "have a nice day" under her cigarette breath.
We pull away. Down the street we go because...duh...the beach trip. WE WANT TO GET THERE.
I open up the cute little new box that holds my chicken sandwich (thinking it would be something like the chick-fil-a chicken sandwich), and my jaw freaking DROPPED.
Not only did my jaw drop, but tears (YES, TEARS!!) rolled down my face as I screamed at my hsuband, "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!!?!?? "
My delectable chicken sandwich had a measily little chicken NUGGET squeezed between a massive southern-style bun.
And I wailed. I cried like a freaking baby. OVER McDONALDS.
My poor husband felt so bad (because I had an obviously bad morning...was hungry...and oh.my.gosh.look.at.my.nugget.of.a.sandwich!!!), so he turned around and went back. He looked at me and said, "Should I go in?"
I said, "Look at me!! I have mascara running down my face (omg-I cried over McDonalds people!). Can you do it for me?" and of course he did, like the sweetie that he is.
He went in there and told the lady about the chicken nugget on my sandwich...and that he expected a new one. For our troubles, she gave us a warm apple pie.
Suddenly, my frown turned upside down (because, yum--warm apple pie), and the world was right again.
We went off with full bellies and had a really awesome weekend.
This was from LAST memorial day in 2008....and now you know one of my most embarrassing moments....thank you, and come again.