Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Chick Fil-A


I order my meal and hand the cashier my credit card.

"What's your name," he asks me after looking at the card.

"Kevin," I reply.

"Right," he says.

"Is that the new thing?" I ask.

"Well, it's my thing," he says, "I still haven't figured out what I'm gonna do if someone doesn't know their name though."
Copyright (c) 2008 http://crudeandfeckless.blogspot.com/ by Kevin McDonald

9 comments:

Cat said...

Hand them another beer, that's what I'd do.

Sweet Cheeks said...

Good job McJoe ~ I've had to start taking anti-anxiety medication with you and all this food drama...
Merry Christmas Brat!
:)

SassyTwoSocks said...

You have a lot of good stories about waiters and dining.... I like it... but it makes me hungry...

The Grandpa said...

That is a classic.

Irish Gumbo said...

Hey, you stole my name! I think. Oh, shit, what IS my name? Dammit, I'm hungry and I don't know my name, what am I gonna do? Well I can't go tho Chick-Fil-A, that's for sure!

Pearl said...

Just great. Now I have to remember my NAME, too?!
What next?! My address?!
Ack!!
Pearl

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

you have to know your name to buy a damn chicken sandwich. wait till they ask for a urine sample.

SweetPeaSurry said...

LOL ... that was a riot ... new thing.

It's All Good said...

well I better start memorizing the names on the credit cards i steal...