Trip to North Carolina

"Anywhere below New Jersey you have to ask for no mustard because apparently they like ruining you burgers with it..." -Eric Striffler (that's kind of what he said)

If only I remembered that when we walked into the McDonald's in Virginia today.

I was dressed in sweats and I had just woken up from a nap in the car on our way to North Carolina to visit our cousins and Aunt Lisa. (So I wasn't completely awake.) As we're walking in, my grandmother gave me a 20 dollar bill and said for us to buy lunch and she'll be right back. So I order whatever the number two is (in this particular McDonald's it was a quarter pounder) and a Dr. Pepper. My youngest sister orders a cheeseburger happy meal and my other sister (the vegetarian) orders fries and a drink. And then we waited. And our cups came, and then my grandmother came. And then her food came. And me and my sisters waited some more. Now the lady behind the counter is staring at us awkwardly, so I decided to ask her for our food. Now she's in the back part of the McDonald's talking to a girl who looked about 18 and they're both looking back at my sisters and me. I hear her say, "But I filled out the order." and the other lady say, "Then they wouldn't still be standing there." Next thing we know, the manager, which is a tall, thin haired, lanky, light blue eyed man, bellows, "We're sorry for making you wait and we strongly appreciate your patience!"

So after all of the waiting, we finally get our food, and pack ourselves back into the car. And go next door to the gas station start eating as my grandmother fills up the car. And then I noticed an odd taste, so I pull back the top bun on my burger and, not only was there mustard, the onions were what looked like the center part of an onion. I always thought that McDonald's onions were small and chopped, guess not. And then as I'm examining this weird sight, my little sister yells "Eeewww!" from the back seat. It turns out that she, too, had experienced the mustard and onion combination as I had. So next thing we know, my grandmother has the car flying through the drive-thru and is explaining how we asked for the burgers with no mustard (which we didn't) and she swapped the kids meal burger with a new one.

Now my youngest sister has her new burger and opens it up. My response to the sight of the slice of cheese that is swimming around in the ketchup that's oozing out of her burger was, "Well at least you got your ketchup." and then my other sister says, "You want your ketchup... Here's your KETCHUP!!" And she was satisfied.


Moral of the story, "Think befowa you orda" -Nana (in her deep New York accent)