Last night I experienced a situation I KNOW would have been intensified by a million had I had children.

I was tired, and Hubby was hungry. We were both craving some Wendy’s. (That may sound weird but we kind of quit fast food a few weeks ago cold turkey and we finally had to give in to our desires.) Anyway… I sent him out to get me a home style chicken wrap with a large fry and fruit punch. About 15 minutes later he comes back with the food. We set it on the table and he goes to divvy it out our food and in the process realizes there are three sandwiches and no wrap. I recognize the disappointed face and pray he’s kidding.
“What?” I pried.
“They didn’t give us the chicken wrap.”
“You’re kidding…” It wasn’t a question, but a demand. He had to be kidding.. Oh he had better be!
But when he revealed the last of what was in the bag I realized it indeed was NOT my chicken wrap. Not only that… They gave me a MEDIUM fry (and it was super cold and the fies were all soggy) when I wanted large, crisp, hot order! AND a LEMONADE instead of a fruit punch… Oh that was my husband’s fault. He thought I said lemonade.

I was fumed. I was craving a chicken wrap NOT a chicken sandwich, no matter how gourmet they make it out to be. My husband kept saying he was sorry. He offered to go back to yell at them but I told him not to… But I didn’t stop complaining. I couldn’t. I wanted to call and complain, but then I still would be mad the whole time eating that dang thing. I wanted my wrap and some WARM fries.
“I’m just going to go back there,” I told him.
“Alright, well tell them I was there a little bit ago…” I tuned out the rest of his response and was already out the door.

I was still mad when I got there. I had a hard time not having the most angry look on my face when I handed the guy at the counter over my bag. I explained what I had ordered a chicken wrap and got a chicken club. He gave me back my original bag and placed my new order. I asked for an additional large order of fries as politely as I could. Trust me, if it weren’t for the fear of having my wrap laced with saliva I would have really told him how I really felt.

I left feeling successful, I had my warm, large box of fries along with the chicken wrap I craved… With the chicken club I’d try too for kicks (it actually wasn’t that bad). But as I drove away, satisfied, I laughed to myself as I remembered similar situations with my family.

My mom, four kids in the car would try to order for everyone, heaven forbid they screw it up in that situation! After learning our lesson the hard way my mom would just sit in the drive-thru window checking the bags to make sure it was all right BEFORE driving off. Smart woman.

It was a dreadful situation the other night, but at least I wasn’t dealing with Happy Meals and not so happy kids.