Account Deleted By User Chalk another one up why I hate leaving my house sometimes. The last of my errands was to stop at BK for a chicken sandwich.  (Yeah, yeah I get it; first mistake.)  I pull up to the drive thru and tell the poor wage slave that I want a crispy chicken sandwich -- JUST THE SANDWICH -- and that is all.  Her response? "You want the big one, right"   ME: "Uh yeah, I guess so."  (They make different sizes??? WTF) HER: "You know you can get two for $6??"   ME: "[pauses] Uh, no thank you, I just need one." HER:  "Are you sure...???" ME: "YES.  There is one of me that needs one sandwich." HER: "OK, $5.08, second window." So, to put a fine point on it: I paid a lot of money for a sandwich that was bigger than I wanted while being pressured to get a second one for a buck more.  WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO RAM FOOD DOWN MY GODDAMNED GULLET FFS?!?!?!?  No fucking wonder we're a nation of fatasses when you can't go to a GODDAMNED DRIVE THRU and just get a single portion.  FUCK. (Disclaimer: Yeah, I should cook my own healthy stuff.  As a single man I fucking loathe cooking however; I have to go to the grocery, navigate the bloviating bovines to get the fixings, take that stuff home, prep and wash that shit, dirty up my pots and utensils, try not to fuck up, eat for 5 minutes and then clean all the crap I dirtied and breathe the fumes from cooking until I hack up a goddamned lung.  That shit ain't much fun in my book and not worth the effort IMO.) The denouement?  I got a salty, mayo-slathered disappointment of a chicken abortion on greasy bun.  I made it halfway through and chucked the rest.  Fuck American drive thru shit.  Damn.