What kind of "deal" is this?

My kitchen ceiling was being re-done today and we had to get everything out so the landlord could come in with the contractor and fix it. So, I didn't get a chance to make my lunch for today. I'm typically lazy and do it in the morning. I should do it at night, but hey. Whatever. :)

I've bought lunch out a few times since starting this thing and I've been proud of making good choices - grilled chicken and baked potato and Wendy's, for example. McDonald's has a fruit and yogurt parfait that I really like so I decided to go there today. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, the yogurt and a small diet cola. Simple enough, right?

So I get to the window to pick my food up and she hands me a medium drink. Now, Canada is lagging behind the U.S. in the super-size fast-food containers but catching on fast. A medium is still a medium up here, not a small. But I thought perhaps that had changed, so I asked

"Is this a small?"

The woman at the window said "No, that's a medium. With the meal deal, you get a medium."

"I didn't order a meal deal." I intentionally did NOT order a meal deal.

"Oh, well it's cheaper, so she must've just rang it in that way. If you want a small, we can't give you the deal."

She hands me a bag that I know contains a sandwich and fries. I'm getting pissed. I'm already stressed out over my appointments in Detroit on Tuesday with the exercise assessment, the psych assessment and nutritionist. I've had a crappy day at work and I'm not in the mood. Actually....I AM in the mood for fries, which is specifically why I didn't order them!!

"Do I have fries, too?....*sigh*...Well, I guess if I got the meal deal, I get fries..."

"Yeah.." She hands me the yogurt, separately.

"Do I have a spoon?" I rummage around in the bag. "NO, I guess not." But I do have fries. Yeppers, sure do. And they smell awesome.

"Sorry about that," she says and hands me the spoon. I was not a happy camper and this idiot probably thought to herself, 'geez, we saved you money and you're pissed off!'

I drive to the parking lot, intent on rolling the windows down and reading, enjoying the spring weather (gorgeous day!). I cannot stop thinking about those freakin' fries. I really want them. In about 5 seconds flat, I realize I gotta get rid of them or I will eat every. single. one.

I grab them and hold them away from me like a dirty diaper. Then I RAN to the nearest trash can, plucked ONE from the container and ate it, then tossed them in. I shook my head and went back to the car, where I proceeded to burst into tears.

Now, why in the hell was I crying, you ask? Well, I didn't really know at first. I got even more pissed off that I was crying...and when I get mad, I cry. So I cried more. I got a hold of myself in a couple minutes, though. Wow! Such an unexpected rush of emotion.

Stress? Anger? I dunno, but it was weird.

I'm thinking maybe they should ask people if it's ok before they do that switch crap, you know? Do I have to tell the little speaker "Dumb ass...do not give me fries. I don't care if it's cheaper." It's ridiculous. I guess they thought they were doing me a favor but um, no. I don't need any deals like that.

I guess I'll just stick with Wendy's, where I can choose my side!