Jeremy went out to McDonald's in North Lima, approximately 10-15 minutes from us because the one only 5 minutes away consistently fucks up our orders (although I do admire that consistency). He hates pickles. Fucking hates them. If he could remove all pickles from the planet, he absolutely would, even if it meant that I would suffer because I love them. And every once in awhile the North Lima location will put pickles on his burgers but because it's so uncommon from them he just takes them off and suffers quietly through his pickle juice saturated burger. But not tonight.
Tonight he went back out to North Lima to ask for a burger made the way his damn receipt said it was made, NO PICKLE. He was so fired up his exact words were: "I'm going back out there."
He gets there, speaks to a manager who says they'll remake it and give him fresh fries, and he waits for his new NO PICKLE Big Mac. They give him the new bag, and to be sure, he takes the burger out to check it.
Opens the lid.
Checks under the bun.
Fucking pickles.
So he just closes it back up and sets the container on the counter without saying anything. The manager turns around, sees the box, and says the following: "Fucking seriously?" (I'm paraphrasing. But I'm not far off.)
The manager had to make it himself to be sure there were no pickles on it.
I don't understand the inability of human beings to follow simple instructions.
