The McDonalds of Scottsburg is in need of a quick delivery of fresh buns. Apparently.
As I work through lunch, Perry heads out to mail a package and pick up a ream of paper. Since he’s making the 8 (e) mile drive to Scottsburg anyway, he decides to grab fast food. He rolls back in the office surrounded by an unmistakeable aroma of burger and fries, and I excitedly open the box of my quarter pounder with cheese and…
ARE YOU KIDDING ME MCDONALDS?
The bun looks like someone (or something) has already nibbled on it! I wouldn’t serve a stale, already-mangled-looks-ate-off-of-bun like this to anyone at my table (even to myself when no one was looking!) — so why on earth would a restaurant (fast food or otherwise) do it? I wouldn’t pick this burger if it was FREE, yet, they charged for it, boxed it up and shipped it.
It wasn’t until AFTER I took the first bite and found out the bun was crumbly stale, that I started wondering what else was old. Did they cut mold off the cheese and serve it anyway? Was the burger fresh for crying out loud? We are talking COW here, and we all know what happens when beef gets old. Don’t we?
Yes, I’m an idiot. I ate the flipping nasty burger rather than make a 16+ mile roundtrip to whine about my bun. I’m guessing the average person wouldn’t drive back and wait in line to complain about a stale bun on a burger that cost them approximately $3.45. I’m also guessing that the average person receiving food service such as we did today would instead go to Wendy’s or Taco Bell or Burger King for awhile rather than to immediately think, “McDonalds” when they crave their next fast food fix. I know I will. Unless one of y’all are making a bun delivery ASAP.
Stop back tomorrow for my suggestions on really awesome apps for the iPad and iPhone (and I guess are available to others of you that carry around those other generic smart phones).