‘Hi Jane. Why the big grin?’
‘Well, I went to McDonald’s just now with my grandson and on the menu I could see 6, 9 or 12 chicken nuggets. So I asked for a half-dozen, right? The teenager behind the counter didn’t even blink as she said; ‘We don’t do a half-dozen nuggets.’
‘Don’t you?’ I said as I pointed at the notice behind her head, which was the size of a house.
‘No, we only have six, nine or twelve,’ came the robotic reply.
‘So I can’t order a half-dozen nuggets, but I can order six?’ I snorted.
‘Yes,’ came the same robotic response. So that’s what we had, but I’ still chuckling about it.
‘Wow, that is so sad.’
‘I know. But what’s even sadder is the girl that served us goes to Newport University with my daughter. She’s studying Business management, would you believe?’
‘Oh dear, I wonder if she’s related to the girl in Costa. I asked for a sweetener for my coffee and she said they didn’t do sweeteners. They only had Splenda and sugar.’