Some People

So tonight I was craving some Popeye's Fried Chicken. I know, so hood, but whatever. That ish tastes so good. Anyway, I order my 8 pieces of MILD chicken which consisted of: 3 breasts, 3 thighs, 1 wing, and 1 leg. Oh, a side of mashed potatoes with gravy, cole slaw, and 5 biscuits. No, I wasn't being an FA. The food was for me and the rents. After I order, you know I stalked the counter to ensure the wonderful people who work at America's fine fast food establishments don't mess up my order. Lo and behold, I notice this fool is intentionally putting Spicy Chicken in my box. Everyone, and I mean everyone knows I despise spicy food. Hell in my mouth is not what I call appetizing but I digress. So this jerk brings the box of Spicy Chicken over and calls out my number.

Me: What kind of chicken is THAT? Is that Mild? (*Imagine the voice I use when I am annoyed, know I am right, and am going to prove my point.*)
Popeye: Yes, its Mild.
Me: ARE YOU SURE?
Popeye: Yes, its mild.
Me: Ok, so what kind of chicken is that over there? (*Pointing to the right. Everyone knows they keep the spicy chicken way off in Hades to the right*) That's Spicy right?
Ms. Popeye: Yeah, that's Spicy over there.
Me: Didn't you just get that chicken from over there? (*Giving Popeye that look that only someone who has pissed me off can enjoy.*)
Popeye: Yeah, we didn't have any more Mild wings.
Me: AND? I don't eat SPICY. You BETTER put something else in that box and it BETTER not be Spicy.

So Popeye snatches the box and replaces the Spicy chicken with Mild chicken. He acts like he was doing me a favor after I not only caught him messing up my order but lying to a customer. He is lucky he still has a job and I was too hungry to say the words every fast food employee hates to hear: CAN I TALK TO THE MANAGER?

Our takeaways: Pay careful attention when frequenting fast food establishments. Don't mess with me and my chicken.