Funny story time…
When we’re not scarfing French Onion soup, the Significant Other and I will frequent the grocery store for their delectable rotisserie chickens.
Usually, everything goes according to plan, but last time we made the fatal mistake of turning down the dude who asked us, “Do you want fries with that?”
When we got up to the counter to pay, all hell broke loose. Nobody knew the price of a chicken because, apparently, no one has ever purchased chicken without fries. Ever. In the history of this Big Box Store.
Cashier: I mean, don’t you want fries? Because if you want fries, you can pay and leave.Me: No.Cashier: Are you sure you don’t want fries?Me: I do not want fries. Can’t you just subtract the cost of the fries from the total cost of the chicken?Cashier: Uhhhhh, I don’t know… Just making sure, do you want fries?
After 5 minutes of pointless back-and-forth, I was fairly convinced that Peru’s potato lobby was in cahoots with this gal.
Ten minutes later, the cashier had called all the managers in the store individually to try and figure out the price of a chicken, and we were no closer to dinner. That’s when I started to feel awful, and my head exploded in rage. I searched UrbanDictionary.com, and apparently it’s a common condition called hangry.
In the end, Significant Other and I left empty-handed. Big Box Store refused to sell us anything. It’s crazy time in Peru ALL the time!
For more information on “hanger,” please click here. Yeah, it’s at thing.