Got the wrong order from a southern chicken restaurant called Zaxby’s, ate it angrily, then drove to the adjacent city and went to THAT Zaxby’s, ordered it again, got the right order, and then ate that angrily, too. It cost me about $17, not counting gas. It wasn’t even good.
Did the same thing with a pizza, that one cost me about $32.
I must be descended from some fat, spoiled noble who couldn’t handle an unsatisfying meal and tormented his poor cooks.
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