They Got The Order Wrong

Yesterday I stopped at a McDonald’s in central Illinois for breakfast.

I ordered a couple of breakfast burritos and the clerk seemed hesitant to complete the transaction. I didn’t think much about it—I just assumed she was moving a little bit slowly—but then the clerk turned to look behind herself, leaned over the counter toward me and in a lowered voice said, “I wouldn’t get the burritos.”

I had a puzzled look on my face.

Before I could say anything she continued, “Our microwave isn’t working and the burritos aren’t good today. They are sort of… well… trust me, they’re not good. I’m just being honest with you. I wouldn’t order them.”

I said, “Oh. Okay. Well, then I will have a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit.”

She said, “I’m sorry but I’m just trying to be helpful. I, personally, would not eat the burritos.”

I said, “No need to apologize. I appreciate your honesty.”

When the order came we sat down at a table, unpacked the bag and discovered that they got the order wrong.

For about 4 seconds I felt really irritated. Then I laughed and thought, “Hey, this will make for a fun little post online.” But now that I’ve posted it online… on second thought, I wish I would have had some decent breakfast burritos.