Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds

So, I'm going to be out of the city/state for the weekend, so rather than cook something at home and have nasty leftovers when I get back, I decided to make a quick run to my local Arby's. Now, I don't like to frequent such restaurants any more than possible, but I've been to them enough to know that I shouldn't expect much. Yet, I find myself asking for more...

So I drive up to the order wall thingy. Of course, I was hungry, so I was drawn to the big sign on the top of the order wall thingy. The sign read "Double Cheddar Combo, $6.39", or roughly the same. I was so excited about the hot flowing cheese in the picture that I barely even noticed the price. Anyway, I decided I could use two large cheese smothered piles of roast beef, along with some fries and a drink, so I went ahead with the process of ordering sed meal. In a monotone voice, the man on the other end replied, "We don't have the Double Cheddar Combo."

Now, half of me thought that I should just order something else. Arby's has lots of tasty treats. I'm sure I could find something to suit my needs. But no, my little daemon sat heavily on my shoulder, so I opted to argue. I believe my exact comment was "Then what does is this big sign on top of the order wall thingy that says "Double Cheddar Combo, $6.39" all about?" Yeah, that's right... Fuck the system! Viva la resistance! Oh yeah, I'm a bad ass. ... The man replies back with the same thing again, so I chose to continue in our battle of wits...

[ 10 minutes pass ]

I'm driving away, feeling confident that I've won the battle. I got my "Double Cheddar Combo". Oh sure, it I had to order every part of it individually and pay almost an extra $1.30 to make it happen, but I won! I proved that it could be done. I overcame the evils of corporate America that is Arby's.

And then something hit me... I had just argued, and won, over the entity that prepared the food that I was about to eat. Sure, I got what I wanted, but did I get a little something extra? Maybe a little extra flavor that I wasn't expecting? This bothered me considerably for the next 2-3 minutes while driving home. Did I pay $1.30 extra for a reason? Who really won? How does one quickly and thoroughly sift through a cup of cheese sauce for foreign objects? More importantly, what about foreign liquids?

Yeah, it bothered me until I drove past a convertible with some hot chick sitting in it, at which point I totally forgot about the entire ordeal. Good thing too, because I was almost home. I ate my well-earned food and was happy. However, if this is my last post on this blog for a long time, send a coroner to my apartment, and a legal team to Arby's.