After work, I went to my parents’ house for some more fish soup, then made a stop at the junior high to take care of a couple things, and finally a quick jaunt to Summer’s before heading home to do a load of laundry for tomorrow. Once that was started, I filled out a survey for yesterday’s visit to Popeye’s, and maybe 10 minutes later I received a phone call from this evening’s shift manager. I guess I really ripped them with my comments, but I’m just so tired of coworkers dragging me there when it’s such lame service. The food’s usually pretty decent, but I shouldn’t have to ask if they have fried chicken currently available at a fried chicken restaurant. That’s retarded.
I finished the evening with a different kind of chicken dinner in PUBG with Clint, Jack, and Aaron. Clint was downed, but otherwise we all made it out alive, and it was awesome.
Only in America could a restaurant advertise a low calorie drink using a banner that says “<450 CALORIES.”