This morning, while on Prince Edward Island, Ed went to McDonald's for breakfast. As most people know, you don't have to go far to find a McDonald's - even in other countries. Although, up here in the Maritime Provinces of Canada, you'll find McLobster on the menu.
I kid you not.
Anyhoo, since it was breakfast, Ed was ordering a sausage, egg and cheese McMuffin; but instead of an English Muffin, he wanted it on a bagel. No problem you'd think since they also serve another breakfast sandwich on a bagel, but the girl at the counter, when asked if they could put it on a bagel, said no.
"No? Why not?" he asked.
"Because we don't have the right egg for that bagel."
Ed and I looked at each other, sure that we didn't hear her correctly.
"The right egg?" I said.
"Yeah. We don't have the right egg for that bagel." she repeated.
It was clear that our confused I-can't-even-believe-you-said-that-with-a-straight-face look wasn't going to sway her and it was also clear that she wasn't going to accomodate him, even though they had another breakfast sandwich that was served on a bagel. So, we paid for our order, got our food, and left.
I guess she just couldn't make the jump to figuring out how to use one piece of bread in place of another.
1 comment:
Sounds like they've hired some 'rotten eggs' blahhhaaa! OMG, I need a nap.
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