This reminds me of my youngest brother’s eating habits when he was four or so. No pickles, no onions, no mustard on his hamburger. Just a hamburger with ketchup. And the ketchup had to be in laid in the shape of a smiley face on his burger and all balogna sandwiches.
Do you need your ketchup in the shape of a smiley face, Muffin? Your hot dogs cut into little circles and arranged pleasingly on the plate? Because, honestly, just take the pickle off or go to Subway.
Yes, the essence of the garnish remains. And if that Big Mac should touch another sandwich, that sandwich too becomes picklitudinous, with no diminution of the picklish nature previously imparted to the first. That’s why thrift-conscious shoppers ask for Bert’s Original Homeopathic Pickles™ by name. Bert’s Original Homeopathic Pickles™ – they’re infinitesimally good!
No sympathy on the other matter, though. The OP may have asked for no pickles (and I like pickles, but I wouldn’t put them in a Muffin either), but there’s no indication s/he said anything whatever about not wanting to be hit by a car. People aren’t mind readers, you know.
A pitting of Burger King and McDonalds at the same time. I thought Americans liked Hamburgers…
I am always amazed that people are surprised that someone earning minimum wage in a part-time job who is only there for 6 months gives you bad service. Why would you expect anything different?
Yeah, pickleness lingers, order a McChicken burger instead. Or scream upon receiving a bepickled burger. That said, MacD’s is notorious for ignoring my pickle free requests. I hate them.
I’m always amazed that people think that getting minimum wage is an excuse for bad service. Although I never worked in fast food, I have worked minimum wage jobs in my past and I was expected to do my job properly.
You are missing my point. I am talking about expectations. I am not saying that it is a valid excuse. I would be first to complain about bad service. It is just that at some places one half expects it. So I do not get very upset about it.
If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys a guy always said to me about the staff where he worked.
Making a Big Mac without a pickle is not rocket science, any minimum wage fry-jockey should be able to do it in his sleep.
I pay for a service, I at least expect that they provide something resembling the service that I want, or they can tell me they don’t provide what I want. No changes to the Big Mac recipe? Fine, but don’t pretend that you’re going to make me a sandwich without a pickle when you have no intention of doing so.
Bingo. The brine that had me barfing at about three in the morning, and still has my gut cramping.
A hint of pickle I can handle (e.g. the McD special sauce), but a swallow of brine left from a couple of pickle slices leads to trouble until it is through my system.
Why McD’s? I was in a rush to get night skiing, and both locations were the only fast food outlets en route. Needless to say, the skiing didn’t pan out – the cramping got bad so I had to pack up the skis and go home.
I take the evening as proof that there is no god, for if there were, I would have puked on the geezer driving of the car that hit me, rather than in the middle of the night.
