The customer is always right and definitely does not want that:
“Years ago, one morning, I took my two small children to Dunkin Donuts. I ordered one Apple Fritter (a large, round Danish), and two sausage sandwiches. We received Two apple fritters with a slice of sausage in between. Really? Nobody thought this was odd, thought to ask–does the customer really want this?”
Do you really know what is in your pizza?
“I went to lunch with my grandfather at one of our favorite places. It was a small family owned restaurant; very nice, good food, cozy. I ordered their mini pizza while grandpa had the French Dip sandwich (roast beef & swiss sandwich that you can dip into hot beef juice) Food came. I was starving and eagerly bit into the pizza….only to have my mouth burst into flames! Seriously it was HOT! After gulping down water, I thought “Maybe it’s just a weird slice?” so I try another part. It too was as fiery as the other slice. My grandpa noticed my distress. He tried the pizza and noted it was too spicy. I couldn’t find anything in the pizza that would do this. We looked at the menu but my pizza had no ingredients that could contribute to the heat. The owner (who sometimes helped out the other waitresses) came to ask how everything was. I told her about my pizza. She seemed confused and tried to look into things. After a few minutes, it was cleared up. Somehow the cooks in the back mistook my regular cheese pizza order for their new “Hot Special”. It’s basically the same pizza only they grind up jalapenos, hot peppers and intense spices into the sauce.”
Just a biscuit will do…said no one ever:
“When my brother-in-law was fourteen or fifteen, he went to a summer camp for a couple of weeks. The whole time he was there, he ate standard summer camp fare—not terrible food, but he certainly didn’t get to indulge in one of his favorite meals: a McDonald’s cheeseburger. When my in-laws picked him up to take him home, that was his one request. More than anything at that moment, he just wanted a cheeseburger. They made a quick stop at the drive-thru, and the family was back on the road. Wrappers were passed around the car, and everyone started eating.Then, from my brother-in-law in the backseat: “Uh…I got a biscuit.” His parents turned around. “A what?”“A biscuit.” “Wait. You mean a sausage biscuit? Or an egg and cheese biscuit?” “No. A plain biscuit.” Instead of a cheeseburger, they had given my brother-in-law a biscuit, and I don’t mean a “biscuit” in the way Brits use the term—a sweet, crisp pastry. I mean just a starchy roll in a cheeseburger wrapper. No meat, no cheese. In fact, the biscuit hadn’t even been sliced open. You can’t even order just a plain biscuit at McDonald’s. There is no combo number for “Plain, non-sliced biscuit with nothing on it.”