I ordered him a chicken nugget happy meal. By this time, he had fallen asleep in the backseat and when he wakes up from a nap, he is unbearable. The good news, I told myself, is that the chicken nuggets will cut short any temper tantrum he might have.
And it might have... if I had actually received the nuggets. But I didn't get nuggets. Here's what I got:
Do you see that? That's an entire chicken nugget box filled with tartar sauce. TARTAR SAUCE. Let's review a few things, so we are all on the same page:
1) I did not order tartar sauce.
2) I did not order fish or anything that might warrant tartar sauce.
3) I did order chicken nuggets.
4) I did not receive chicken nuggets.
5) ESSENTIALLY, I PAID FOR AN ENTIRE BOX OF TARTAR SAUCE.
By the time I had realized this, I was home. And Noah was well into his "I just woke up" fit. I was less than pleased. The McYou-Know-What was about to hit the fan.
I drove back to McDonald's, screaming toddler in tow, and marched into the restaurant. I asked to see the manager, which are words that no cashier is happy to hear. I told the manager to open my nugget box and tell me what the crap that was.
She told me that was a side of tartar sauce.
I didn't order tartar sauce. And by the way, if that amount constitutes a SIDE of tartar sauce, it's amazing we aren't all 500 pounds.
She replaced the meal. She kept insisting that it was a side of tartar sauce, as if that would make it better. Oh, and the toddler was screaming through this whole thing. In fact, she's lucky I wasn't throwing myself on the floor and screaming, too. Ah well, there's always next time.