That Happened.

We left the house yesterday afternoon to take care of three simple errands. 1. Use a coupon at McDonalds to eat some lunch. 2. Get some Wasp spray at True Value (it’s on sale and we got wasps) 3. Pick up some baked beans for a BBQ tonight.

The following is what actually happened. I wish I was joking.

As I stepped out of the house I got attacked by the wasps that have built a nest above our front door. Apparently they could sense their impending destruction. I narrowly escaped without being stung, unlike the Mrs. who was stung a week or two ago. We drive to McDonalds and go inside. I opted for going in rather than the drive through because I think it’s easier when using a coupon. There is what seems to be a group of six people in front of us in line, and I assumed they were in the middle of ordering. I was mistaken. They were just standing there with their back to counter as the McDonalds employee tried to get their attention. Finally, a member of the group, turned and told the employee that they weren’t ready yet. Why the heck are they standing right up next to the counter then? Seriously people!

I assumed we were next but again I was mistaken. What appeared to be one large group of 6 was actually a group of 2, a group of 3 and woman by herself. The 2 groups were together but ordering separately so the individual lady went to the font of the line and ordered. At this point the employee started talking to a small child over by the other register about something, not sure what it was but the kid didn’t know what she wanted and went to go ask her mom. The cashier returns to our line and tells the people in front of us it will be 2 minutes before he can help them. He then proceeds to go about doing stuff behind the counter for a couple minutes. When he returns the woman and young man at the front of the line place their order, or attempt to. She orders quickly, but then this kid….Oh this kid…. I’m not one to usually judge people, we all have our quirks and differences and that’s what makes us unique, but for this story I will through all that out the window. This kid was the stereotypical homosexual male, not a hair out of place, skinny, nice clothes, talked with an effeminate voice, and had his ears and tongue pierced. I’m not saying he was or wasn’t homosexual it really doesn’t matter but I think it helps get a visual of what this guy looked like. His order sounded like this…. I think I’ll have aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….. I’d like to try aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… Maybe the aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… all without ever choosing an item. It took forever. We had been standing in line for about 5 minutes already! AT FREEKIN’ MCDONALDS. This isn’t fine cuisine folks!

I turned around before I blew a gasket and held my head in my hands, just tying to calm down and block the whole thing out. When I turned back around I see this kids hand start shaking, and I feel awful. I think to myself, he must be disabled and I was just cussing him out in my head, I’m a horrible person. Then his leg starts shaking, and his whole body, and the woman with him asks if he’s ok. The shaking got worse, not so bad that he fell over but it sure looked weird. I assume this is a condition he has and she’s just checking on him but the look on her face was of serious concern but she wasn’t taking any action. The guy said he was fine just felt shaky. She didn’t try to get him to sit down or anything. Peculiar response if you ask me. Just so you know, if I ever just randomly start shaking, please take me to the hospital, that’s not normal. At this point the Mrs and I start discussing what to do. Should we help? He doesn’t seem to want any and the woman seems ok with this weird shaking behavior, though still shows concern on her face.

The employee comes back to the counter and tells the group of three in front of us that it will be another 2 minutes until he can help them. WHAT? ANOTHER TWO MINUTES?! What is going on here? It’s 3:00pm on a Sunday what can be overwhelming the employees of McDonalds? Then a small girl standing behind us, also with a coupon in her hand, asked how long we had been in line, after looking at the clock we said, about 10 minutes. Hit with this realization we turned and left.

Hungry and frustrated we went up the block to Jack in the Box. As we enter the building a young man at the counter was complaining about a bug in his taco. Not what you want to hear. I made a mental note, not to order a taco, and then got a phone call so I stepped outside. Side Note, it’s the polite thing to do people. Don’t stand in the middle of an establishment and have your loud phone call, it’s rude and you’re not fooling anyone, you’re not that important. I’m gone for a minute and come back to the same place in line, just in time to hear the cashier ask the people in front of us if they wanted to change everything, and then had to go get the manager. I guess they ordered a lot of food, paid for it and then decided they didn’t want that, or didn’t want to eat there at all. I don’t blame them, apparently there was a bug in a taco. As soon as the cashier left to go find the manager, I knew this wasn’t going to go quickly so we left.

On the next block was Wendy’s. The parking lot was empty, we were finally going to get some food. Walk through the door and what do we see but a group of employees huddled around a cash register trying to figure out why it was off by $23. They didn’t even acknowledge us for about 30 seconds. At this point I would have paid $23 extra just to get some food. We order our food, it was awful but what should I have expected it was fast food. Never again. I just wish there was a good place to get a burger in Nampa on a Sunday.

From there we go across the street to True Value, and buy 4 cans of wasp spray and talk about how were going to wait till they’re all home and asleep before we kill them. I think the guy at the counter was a little scared we weren’t talking about wasps.

Then to Pauls for some baked beans. Lot’s of crazy characters in Paul’s yesterday. I think I saw Christina Aguilera, but I’m probably mistaken. Looking for baked beans we ran into someone in a long white coat, which I assumed was someone from the meat department but he was staring at the cheese and talking angrily to himself. I guess he could have escaped an asylum…. hmmmm.

When we got home the Mrs. called me to the back window to see a bird of prey tearing into the flesh of another animal in our back yard. Yesterday was straight out of the twilight zone.