31. Fresh Nuggets
When I was about 5 or 6, my dad picked us up at McDonald’s on the way home and got me a six-piece McNugget. When we got home, he looked in the bag and didn’t see the nuggets, so he called up McDonald’s, asked for the manager, and screamed at them that they needed to DRIVE TO OUR HOUSE with fresh nuggets.
The manager actually did and apologized profusely at the door and my dad took the hand-delivered nuggets from him and slammed the door in this poor manager’s face.
When he walked into the living room to give me my lunch, he found me eating the McNuggets that I had taken out of the bag in the car before we got home.