When driving home from the big dog park Sunday evening, my wife said, “I don’t want to cook tonight. How about KFC?” That sounded good to me. At the drive-through window, my wife gave my order. The order-taking person did not get it right. My wife tried again. Nope on the correct order. She said, “I’ll just come in and give the order.” She did and returned with a bag of KFC things.
On the way home, she said, “When I gave my order, the woman taking the order said they were out of chicken and I would have to wait 20 minutes.”
I said, “What? It’s a fried chicken place. How can they be out of chicken?
She shrugged and said, “That’s what she said. They were out of chicken.”
What the place was out of was normal pieces of chicken – legs, wings, thighs, etc. There was a sufficiency of tenders and popcorn chicken. But a two-piece meal? Didn’t have any. So, my wife got two small chicken sandwiches.
The next night, after our three-hour class at citizens police academy, we stopped at I Hop for 9 p.m. supper. I ordered classic breakfast crepes. The waiter left to turn in our order, but returned five minutes later and said, “We are out of crepes.” I thought: You’ve got milk and you have eggs. Make some crepes. I’ve made them at home; it’s not that difficult. I also thought: Your cook doesn’t know how to make crepes, or he/she is not allowed to. The things come in frozen, and somebody decides how many to thaw out. So, when that number is met, there are no more crepes available for serving.
I thought all that, but I did not say any of it, because I might embarrass or offend or piss off the cook, and that violates a rule of life – Don’t piss off the person cooking your food. So I changed my order.
Really, though. International House of Pancakes franchises do not make their own crepes? Do they make French toast or waffles or even pancakes, or do those arrive frozen?
How can a fried chicken franchise not have fried chicken? KFC. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Not Kentucky Maybe We Got Some Maybe We Don’t Fried Chicken.
And how is it an I Hop franchise cook is not allowed to make crepes?
This is America, by golly. We’re supposed to make stuff.