Common Cold...

Apparently in the U.Va. medical center, I picked up a headcold. I've been coughing and sneezing and my nose has been running like a faucet since Tuesday evening. Man, I hate going to hospitals and doctors. Did you know that nationwide, more people die in hospitals than anywhere else? Why would anyone willingly go in there? The only reason I go is to keep Dubby happy. I hope she appreciates it. I'm miserable right now. I can't breathe, I have a sopping wet hanky in my lap, my throat hurts. The things I go through just to keep my woman happy... (!) On the way to Raleigh Wednesday morning, we stopped at a Wendy's drive-through to pick up something for me to eat. Dubby and Bopnopper had already gotten something at Hardy's earlier. There was no line, because it was only 10:30 a.m. There was no one in the restaurant, and no one in the drive-through. We decided to go through drive-through so we could be on our way. I distinctly ordered my usual: a single combo, with only lettuce, tomato, and mayo, a medium fry, and a Coke. Simple. Over the intercom, the person read the order back to me correctly. She then asked if I wanted anything else. I replied, "yes, some extra napkins, please." "Got it. Okay, pull around." I pulled around to the window. I waited. Just inside the window, I could see four people standing around talking. Apparently they were taking turns telling jokes to each other. In Spanish, of course. In a couple of minutes, an older lady came to the window, ignoring the four joke-tellers, and asked for payment in perfect Virginian English. The bill was almost a dollar more than I was expecting, based on the mental calculation I did in my head at the drive-through menu board. I asked, "have your prices gone up?" She replid, "yes, they have. Quite a bit." Apparently the prices on the menu board are the old ones. She took my money, handed me the change, gave me the order and said, "have a nice day." I looked it the bag, and there was the sandwich and an order of fries. Separately, I had the medium Coke. I sipped it to make sure it wasn't orange or something. Everything appeared well. As we drove off, we noticed that still no one else was in the restaurant or the drive-through. Since Dubby had long since finished her Hardy's breakfast, we exchanged places so she could drive while I ate. I pulled out the meal and bit in. "Hey, they put cheese on this hamburger!" I cried, much to my dismay. I know how cheese is made, and I don't like touching it with my bare hands, let along having the stuff touch something I'm going to put in my mouth. There were piles of melted cheese all over the inside of the hamburger, even oozing out the sides, gluing the burger to the paper wrapper. I looked at the receipt in the bag. "Dang, they charged me for a Double, when I ordered a Single!" I was ticked. That's why the bill was so high. But they hadn't charged me for a double cheeseburger. They not only rang it up wrong, they didn't fill what I ordered. And they also didn't fill what was rung up, either! I bit into the sandwich. "It's not a double! There's only one meat patty. And look at this! There are pickles on this thing!" I didn't order pickles. I pulled the french fry carton from the bag. It was less than half full. No fries in the bottom of the bag, either. Finally, I look in the bag, and there in the bottom is one (1) -- not two, not three, but only one (1) little lonesome napkin. "Didn't I order extra napkins?" Yep. It's not like they could have gotten my order mixed up with someone else's. There WASN'T anyone else! They rang it up wrong, they filled it wrong, they filled it wrong even from what they rang up, shorted the fries, and the didn't give me the extra napkins. If we hadn't already been halfway up the mountain, I'd've gone back and raised Cane as much I was Able. As Scar said in the Lion King movie, "I'm surrounded by..."