The pickles.

There is quite a few things that I could be writing about, I mean quite a bit happened last night, not anything close to that three thousand word epic over the last two days but it was stuff worth putting in here nonetheless. I could write about getting our Sealio tops from the place and how amazing they look and feel, I could write about how we beat Absolutely Cut six goals to four despite my own goal, I could write about how one of their players elbowed me in the face and how my jaw still feels like shit, I could write about how we brought Sealio back to life last night and how he will be at the game next Wednesday... but instead of writing about those things, I thought I would write about this random McDonalds situation that Chris put us through.

The McDonalds pickle is not eaten by many, most people ask for their burgers without the pickle or they just pick them out when they get their pickle infested burger but not Chris. Whether he loves the actual pickle or he just loves stirring shit with people I don’t know, but what I do know is that a cheeseburger comes with pickles and the six cheeseburgers that Chris bought were lacking the ingredient that he desired most, and that ingredient for some reason was the pickle. I didn’t really want anything to eat, so I just watched Jack, Andrew, Tom and of course Chris mung down their cheeseburgers, without pickles. As Chris opened the last one up, he realised that there was no pickles in the burger and he felt ripped off. He reverses all the way back to the window and starts beeping the horn, they didn’t realise that he was there so he drove around back to the drive through and demanded that they fix up our wrong order.

I thought that they would do one of two things, either replace the order and actually make another six odd cheeseburgers with pickles which would probably be the best thing that could have come from it or just give us like a piece or two of pickles in like the box that the double quarter pounder comes in. I didn’t think that there would be a better, more amusing option that the McDonald’s man would think of, but he thought of it and he did it. He gave us one of those little containers that salads and shit come in full to the brim of pickles. We went nuts, it was fucking insane and let’s just say that the McDonald’s man noticed our happiness and waved at us as we drove off with all the pickles in the world.

Jack decided to fill the remaining cheeseburger with pickles, and it turned out being two thin buns, a piece of meat, cheese and whatever else was in the burger was overpowered by the pickles and I was not keen to try it, I mean I don’t even like pickles but I assume Jack must have if he did that to the burger. He said that he felt like shit afterwards and he felt like he had a pickle overdose, not that I can blame him really, the pickle infested burger looked gross. Now that I look back on it, writing about one of those other things that happened last night would probably be much more interesting but I just wrote five hundred and eighty words about pickles and I am not deleting that.