A strange thing happened this morning. I went to the McDonalds on Illinois Road, ordered a Sausage-Egg-and-Cheese McGriddle and a Sausage Burrito…and got exactly what I ordered.
This rarely happens at that McDonalds, or the one at Village of Coventry. Last Friday, Pam and I went through the Illlnois Road place. We both got McGriddles, and neither had the egg with it, as ordered. My orange juice tasted like water with a slice of orange floating in it–very weak. And we didn’t get napkins. I’ve ordered stuff there, and the sack didn’t come anywhere near what I ordered.
But today, they got it right. So I’m wracking my brain, trying to figure out what I did right. Because I’m sure it was my fault before. Certain a multinational corporation like McDonalds, staffed by kids with upwards of six years of public education, is beyond making mistakes.
