Technically it counts as a vegetable

Because Ava is no longer allowed to say the word “Chipotle” under threat of bodily harm – it was decided by a two-thirds vote to have a rotisserie chicken for lunch. Ava being Ava, and not caring for being out voted, demanded she get to pick the side dish. “Go ahead,” one of the chicken voters said. Amy knew this for the trouble it was about to become.

And sure enough, Ava insisted the side dish be McDonald’s apple pies. Other than some people thinking apple pie is not a REAL side dish, what the heck could go wrong? Go to the drive-thru, place order, pay, go to next window for food, leave. Fast and easy.

Amy to Unseen McDonald’s Worker: Do you still have apple pies on the dollar menu?

16-year-old Unseen McDonald’s boy: No, ma’am.

Amy: You don’t have apple pies anymore????!!!!

Boy: We do. They are 59 cents each.

(Note to McDonalds – Honest to the gods, if you need the extra 9 cents you should just say so. No need to disrupt the natural order of things on the Dollar Menu.)

Amy: Great. We’ll have seven.

Boy: Seven?

Amy: Yes – seven. S-E-V-E-N.

Boy: We don’t have seven.

Amy: McDonalds doesn’t have seven apple pies?

Boy: We have four made.

Amy: (Say this in Amy’s sarcastic voice) Can you make three more?

Boy: We can but it will take 12 minutes.

Amy: (Deep sigh) Fine. Why didn’t you just say so?

Boy: How about if we just make seven fresh ones?

Amy: AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH

After wrapping up the order, we were told to go wait in the parking lot and “someone” would bring them to us. We pictured them drawing straws in the kitchen to see who would have to go outside. Sixteen and half minutes later, a boy brought them over in a bag he had managed to rip in the twenty steps he had to take to the car. We were just happy to be on our way but not before Ava suggested that we never had to sit around in the parking lot waiting for anything at Chipotle.

Amy: DEEP SIGH