Ask anybody in my family and they'll tell you that I'm usually the person who orders the one thing on the menu that the restaurant just ran out of. Last night my sister and I went to Kentucky Fried Chicken to get a bucket to feed everybody while we helped her move into her new house.
I said, "I want the 12 piece dark meal with..."
"Ma'am, that'll be 15 to 20 minutes on the chicken."
"What?!" I asked.
She repeated, "I'm sorry, that'll 15 to 20 minutes for chicken."
"Fifteen minutes for chicken?!" I asked, angrier than I intended.
I wish I would have continued the rest of my thought of, "This is a chicken joint and you have no chicken?" But, I decided to take the high road. KFC...Kan't Fry Chicken...Keep Frying Chicken...Kreepy Fucking Colonel.
Today, I ordered Pei Wei for my daughter-in-law and I and decided to also get an order of spring rolls. Guess what. The girl who answered the phone said, "We're out of spring rolls." Did I mention it was 11:45 a.m.? It's not like I was trying to get spring rolls at two o'clock in the afternoon. It was the lunch hour, for Chinese food's sake.
Tomorrow, I think I'll order a taco from Taco Bell to see if my streak is still alive.