Popeye's chicken #fail

me and Lisa joked about blogging this, but I decided to go for it...
so.. I am having a stressed out day to begin with, and anyone who knows me, knows that I can NOT deal with stress... so my mother has the brilliant idea to send me to Popeye's to get chicken... aside from the stoopid mustang that decided it wanted to pass me on the bridge, the trip there was fine... then i pulled up... ok, let me start by saying that this was my first time ordering chicken. I have rode with people who have ordered chicken, but I myself have never drove up there and ordered my own chicken... before I get into the disastrous ordering episode, let me backtrack to before I left the house... ok, I like spicy chicken, it is yummy to my tummy. and seeing as how even their mild chicken is still kinda spicy, I figured that no one would have a problem with me getting spicy chicken.. o was I ever wrong... I don't know why I didn't just go and order spicy chicken without telling anyone, but as it was, before I left I asked was mixed ok... everyone was okay with that... then I said was spicy ok.. well, Bailey (who only eats chicken legs might I add) does not like spicy chicken... so, back to me in the parking lot.... Having never actually ordered the chicken myself, I couldn't remember how many pieces of chicken came in the box we always get. and they never have a sign or anything to let you know, all they have on the sign is the "family boxes" which come with sides and drinks, and that is not what I wanted... so, I pull up to the window.. (before I begin, I have an issue with being forced to talk to people... idk wtf is wrong with my brain, but if I am under pressure and have to talk to strangers, or sometimes even people that I know, my brain refuses to function correctly....) so, instead of my brain working properly, and asking the dude "what specials do ya'll (yes, I say ya'll when ordering poultry...) have?" my brain decides to say, "umm, what different sizes of boxes of chicken do ya'll have?" well, as if this isn't bad enough, he starts reciting the "family boxes" that I am staring at on the sign... thank you, Captain Obvious... so, I am forced to talk to him again, "ummm, do ya'll have it to where it doesn't come with the sides and stuff??" he then tells me about the 11 piece that I was wanting, so I say "yeah, I want that one..." {silence} "the 11 piece" {silence} "spicy"... "and I also need 5 legs, mild.. and 6 biscuits" ( this was my stroke of brilliance.. everyone will eat the spicy chicken except for Bailey... who only eats legs... so I was going to get her 5 mild legs, so that I could enjoy my spicy chicken... which would have been perfect, except.... )
dude: "you want 5 extra legs?"
me: "yes, mild"
dude: {silence}... "and do you want the legs spicy or mild?"...( looking back, this should have been the red flag...)
me: "mild"
dude: "ok, that will be $20.37, pull around to the second window"
... might I add that he was laughing when I reached said window, I am forced to believe that I was the cause of this laughter... i pay him, and he asks me to pull up even though there was no one else in the parking lot, let alone the drive-thru... so I'm sitting in the car, calling Lisa to tell her of this embarrassing ordeal, when the lady brings me my chicken... right away, I did not smell spicy goodness, so i open the box (driving down the road) to pinch off a piece of crust... what is in my mouth right now??? NOT spicy chicken!! soo... I went through all of that for a box full of mild chicken AND an extra box of legs. so, I ended up with a bunch of non-spicy chicken legs... I would like to take this moment to say, "Popeye's, I fucking hate you"

now, I am hungry and dreading getting up in the morning because I am tired... so.. I really need to go to sleep.. goodbye for now...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your vagina... :)