my nine count nugget

My coworker Shannon was blogging about someone rudely flipping out over bad service in the restaurant where she ate dinner tonight. So I posted a comment dripping in sarcasm about a story of what happened to me at dinner tonight. It was so witty I thought I'd copy my blog comment over here and post it myself, in case you don't happen to read my co-workers' blogs.

"I grabbed dinner at Chickfila on my way to class tonight.

I ordered an 8 pack nugget.

There were only seven nuggets.

So I stood at the counter and threw each nugget at the kid who gave them to me.

Then I loudly and rudely said, "How many nuggets did I just pound you with?!?!" To which he replied, "Seven". To which I replied, "YEAH! so where's my eighth nugget?!?!"

Okay...so maybe it didn't quite happen like that. Maybe I just handed it to him and he handed me a replacement box. But the replacement box had 9 nuggets in it!

I guess the correct thing to do would have been hand it back, since I ordered an 8 count nugget, and not a 9 count. But I ate them ALL. And I savored the ninth one because of all my trouble.

...mmmm....."

Ha.