Every time I go to chick fillet I always ask for four bbq packs, and I even ask them at the window they say yes they’re in their, I pull out and look and there’s either two or three....wtf, yo! I get charged for them
Went to the Dr twice the week before last (for an unrelated issue) and I've been in bed 4 days this week with the worst sickness I've had since I was a kid. I'm on an internal timer of fighting off puking every 3-5 minutes and I'm hacking up the nastiest stuff I've ever endured. Stringy green goo so nasty...I can have a mouthful of it and some of it still attached to what's still caught in my lungs. I can't even take any cough syrup or pain meds because the meds I'm on already put me at a chance of liver failure.
I've only been to a Dr twice in the last 25 or so years because of my hatred and distrust of humans. I'm not sure if I'm angrier at the Dr/nurse for keeping me in a diseased room for nearly 2 hours for 10 minutes of talking and poking around in my backside, or myself for asking anyone for help with stuff I've been dealing with.