Yesterday, on my way home, I stopped at McDonald’s what doesn’t happen often. I wanted something to drink and something small to eat, because my stomach was growling. I ordered a breakfast sandwich and something to drink for me and saw on the menu, that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 chicken mcnuggets. I had Patches, our fast growing puppy in the car, so I thought I get her a treat as well.
I ordered half a dozen chicken mcnuggets.
“We don’t have half dozen nuggets,” said the teenager at the counter.
“You don’t?” I replied.
“No, we only have six, nine, or twelve,” was the reply.
“So I can’t order a half dozen mcnuggets, but I can order six?”
I shook my head and ordered six chicken nuggets. It’s not like I like rolling my eyes, they make me do it~!