So Megan and I went over to my mom’s last night, presumably for my nephew’s birthday party. My idiot brother Brian told me the wrong day, so it was just mom and dad chillin’ by the fire on a Sunday night.
Megan and I started chatting with mom and dad, and (as happens from time to time in my conversations) the subject turned to food. I asked my dad if he’d had a chance to try one of the amazing Chicago Red Hots served up over at Johnnie Beef’s? Dad replies that he hasn’t, and suggests that we go get one. Incidentally, if you haven’t had one, you really should – they’re all kinds of tasty, and they even have a Utah Dog. So Megan and I head off into the snow storm to get hot dogs.
Guess what? Johhnie beefs is closed on Sunday.
So we call in an order to Chili’s. It’s not a hot dog, but Chili’s is good, right?
Well, we pick up the order, get back to mom and dad’s, and you can probably guess what happened from my artwork above. Yep, Chili’s managed to get 1 out of our 4 orders right.
I mean, I pretty much EXPECT Taco Bell to screw up my order. Hell, these days I just pull up to the window and say “hey, I got twenty bucks. Put some stuff in a bag and I’ll come around and pick it up.” I mean, it doesn’t really matter what I order, they just put what they want in the bag anyway, so why not be honest about it?
But I didn’t expect it from Chili’s. I honestly can’t recollect an order they have ever screwed up for me.
I suppose it turned out ok, I mean we all ate what was there. I just hate when restaurants screw my order up.
