My husband, Jim W., teases me because I only have one and five star reviews. I guess that's what it takes to motivate me. Apparently, I was really motivated this morning at McDonald's.
No one over the age of eight goes to McDonald's for the food. We either go because it's quick (sometimes) or cheap (not anymore) or convenient or because we are craving that childhood food memory. So Jim and I met there this morning (score one for convenient) for a quick snack and chat about the week.
While we're waiting for the food I notice a sign that says they have free samples on Monday morning. I was fascinated by this. Since when has McDonald's offered samples? And who hasn't tried their potatoes and needs to know what they taste like? Who doesn't know the taste of crunchy grease without a reminder? So, curiosity getting the better of me, I asked for a sample. I really wanted to see what it was. That's when I was reminded where, exactly, I was.
I was told that there was no way I could have a sample. When I inquired why that was I was informed that the person accompanying me had ordered what they were sampling.
Oh.
Though most yelpers know my prolific yelper husband, this woman did not. In fact, she had no idea who he was in relation to me. He could have been my husband but he could just as easily been an anal colleague who would rather die than allow me to sample his food, which I assume was the implication in her refusal.
Now, I acknowledge that this is a ridiculous nothing of an issue. But these days I run into more and more silly little annoyances and I just couldn't let this one pass. You see, the woman was very satisfied with herself, as if I was trying to "get over on the man" (i.e. McDonald's) and she thwarted me. It's just so stupid. So, I guess they saved themselves a quarter of a hash brown but they got this nifty review instead.
As to the biscuit I did eat, well ... it was McDonald's.