The Wrong Chicken

Tonight's dinner. Healthy, no?

It's actually not what I wanted. I went to KFC with the intention of getting a Daddy Burger (for those not familiar, we're talking a chicken breast, cheese, bacon, token salad and a hash brown, all in a burger).

It seems that the staff at my local branch had forgotten what their job entails and I knew instantly that ordering anything even marginally complicated would have prolonged the whole experience. There were at least 6 other people waiting for their orders. Or so I thought.

Turns out that two of them were still waiting for their order to be taken and without realising (they moved along the counter) I pushed in. I only figured it out after I eventually got my order.

I apologised, but can't help but feeling really rude. I feel like I should have bought them some hot wings or something...