This week’s Chicken Finger Conspiracy Update:
Today, the guy served and he gave me 5 Huge chicken fingers. Not so many fries, though. Hmmm.
Added intrigue: I didn’t have to place my order. He just said "Chicken, right." I nodded. Later, he tried guessing my finger sauce: "Sweet and Sour sauce?" he asked. "No", I said, "Honey" I added. Whether he took the "honey" the way it was intended, I don’t know. But he did say "Right. Guess I should know that by now." I replied, so coyly: "Sometimes I like to mix it up." I can’t wait til he tells the girl about that. Surely that will fire up her jealousy and garner me five fingers from her next time she serves me. (and it’s true, about the mixing it up. The time before last time, I got Sweet’n’Sour sauce. Last time I got No Sauce. Today, honey.)