Don't Super-Size me, but don't mini-size my order either
However...
Our local Taco Bell franchise is a running joke at our house, because the staff there never gets our drive-through orders right. Every time we go, we have to burrow through the bag so we can report, "Hey, we ordered two Mexican Pizzas." I'm not exaggerating when I say "every time," either. We're working on a streak of six consecutive Taco Bell visits that have resulted in an initially errant order fulfillment. Usually they leave something out of the bag that was supposed to be included. The last time, though, they gave us everything we ordered plus four additional items a Mexi-Melt, a Chicken Soft Taco, and two Burrito Supremes we neither requested nor paid for.
Tonight was Mickey D's turn. The disinterested, visibly pregnant young woman staring misty-eyed at the cash register neglected to put one of my FOFs in the bag. Then she gave me the old stink-eye because I dared mention (politely, of course) the fact, and seek just remedy.
I know what you're thinking. If you didn't eat that junk, Shamu, you'd be better off anyway. Perhaps so. But when I do so choose, they should at least fill my order correctly.
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