OK, I’m pissed! I had this urge for country ham this morning, and the closest supplier is Bojangles. I drove there, got in the drive-thru, and placed my order. The $3 bill that took my order read it back correctly: Three ham and egg biscuits. I got to the window, paid and left, without checking my bag or receipt.
Well, the dipshit rang two sausage biscuits and one ham & egg biscuit. Which is exactly what I got. I was back home and halfway through the first sausage biscuit, paying more attention to what I was doing than what I was eating, before I realized it. I decided not to pursue the matter.
Last week, I bought a brick of primers for Annie. When I got back home, I found that three boxes were missing. Considering that it would cost half the value of what I was shorted in gas to go back to the store, and not knowing if they would challenge me on it or not, I suffered in silence.
These are two very recent examples of why I shop via the internet. If somebody fucks up and sends me the wrong thing, they will make it right, including return shipping, or I make a phone call to my credit card company and dispute the charge. No wasted gas, no face to face confrontation.
And I’m still craving a fucking ham biscuit!
Grumpy Bastard 
On top of everything else that’s been going on? That bites. Perhaps a trip to Cracker Barrel to feed your country ham feen is in order?
Went to CB this morning. For an extra three minutes of travel time, and about two bucks more than I paid Bo to give me the wrong biscuits yesterday, I got a huge slab of ham, three eggs, a scoop of their hashbrown casserole, two biscuits, a bowl of gravy, a bowl of grits, and a bowl of fried apples. Needless to say, I’m not hungry any more.