Wrong Chicken Sandwich

I've been doing my best, taking my own food for lunch to save money. Did not prep anything the night before; I was too tired and decided that I should treat myself. Little did I know, things were not going to go as originally planned.

 

The week prior, my stomach was in shambles. Throwing up a couple nights in a row with queasiness to follow the rest of the week. Saturday night, the first night since Monday, I did not have to leave my bed. Things were finally looking up. Plans were cancelled and time was called off work, but finally I was feeling better.

 

Middle of the week, I decide to go out and buy lunch. Coldest day of the week, but that doesn't stop me. I planned to do this the night before, and I was determined. My mind was set, location picked, mouth watering, stomach rumbling. I went to go get my food. 

 

The drive was nothing new. The drive-through line was longer than usual, but I did not care. I circled around the building and waited. Line long enough to have two people outside taking orders. When it was my turn, I ordered a deluxe chicken sandwich with pepper jack cheese. Normally, I do not handle spicy food well, especially since my stomach hurt the week before. Being lactose intolerant, I knew getting the yellow American cheese was not ideal; I opted for pepper jack. Not too much spice, just a nice kick for this chicken sandwich. Deluxe to get some lettuce and tomatoes because, let's be real, I never get enough veggies otherwise. I waited in line, got my food, and left for work to eat in a quiet area by myself.

 

As I got to my table, not mine specifically but the one I use often during lunch, crumbs were all over left by the person(s) before me...disgraceful. A napkin on the table unused until now to wipe the mess. I take my food out, delighted that I finally get to eat. Realized that I forgot to ask for no pickles, I'm not a big pickle fan, but that was my mistake, so I removed them myself. Also, a bit of the lettuce they were on because pickles just soak into your food and leave their mark. I took a bite and felt that spicy kick. Another bite, the spiciness started to grow faster than I was anticipating. All of this just from cheese? I look over the receipt and, to my dismay, learn the awful truth, my order was wrong. They gave me the spicy deluxe chicken sandwich.

 

Nothing I could do could fix this. If I went back, there was no proof my order was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but my receipt says otherwise. Plus, I was not going to make the journey back out again; there was not enough time. I am left here...with the wrong chicken sandwich.