It was one of those mornings. When I got out of bed I had spasms around my right hip and could barely walk.
I had to get to my office for a phone call appointment, but it was downstairs and I couldn’t get there because of the spasms.
Walking was hard enough, but stairs?? We had some workers coming over and I had to show them what to do, but wasn’t sure when they would be here.
I wanted to make an appointment with the chiropractor to work on the spasms but wasn’t sure when to make it because of the workers ... and so on.
I finally got to the chiropractor, who gave me some relief. Then I went to the McDonald's in Crestline, CA. It was 10:29, leaving me one minute before they stopped serving breakfast.
I ordered my usual Egg McMuffin and oatmeal for my wife, paid at the first window, and then waited at the second window.
She gave me a bag and I asked if my McMuffin was in the bag along with the oatmeal. She said it was.
When I got home there was no Egg McMuffin.
I had gone through too much pain and aggravation that day so I hobbled to the car and off I went to get my due. I imagined I would be greeted by a line person who would tell me that I could get something else but I would have to pay the 10-cent difference, or something stupid like that.
On the way, I got stuck behind someone going about 20 in a 45 mph zone and I couldn’t pass him, just adding to my aggravation.
When I finally arrived, I went directly to the drive-up window and was greeted by Alyssa. “May I help you?”
I was seething, which is really unusual for me. “I’m going to be as nice as I can be about this,” I said through clenched teeth.
“I just came here for an Egg McMuffin and oatmeal and when I got home all I had was oatmeal. So I had to come all the way back here and spend a half-hour of my life that I’ll never get back.”
She didn’t bat an eye. “I’m so sorry about that, but breakfast is over and I can’t make you another one.”
“I don’t think you have to make another one. They said the receipt would be in the bag and it wasn’t, so I figure that there is a bag around there somewhere with my McMuffin and the receipt.”