Wrong Order at Burger King? Do The Reasonable Thing, Dial 911

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So the graphic pretty much tells the story.

Woman gets wrong order at Burger King in Indiana County, PA.

Calls 911

When cops arrive, she’s a screaming, threatening idiot

Police realize she has a record out of state (are we shocked?)

Woman charged

See full story on WPXI.com

The way I see it, the most serious part of the case wasn’t reported…we don’t know what happened to the order!  Did they eventually get it right?  Who got to eat it after all of that?  Would the meal be free if I drove up there and tried to claim it saying I was Heather’s hubby?

Even more, were there really no secondary crimes from the ticked off the people stuck in line behind this craziness? (And you know how mad you get one the line doesn’t move fast enough….”What are those people doing, getting a frickin’ mortgage?”)

And what was the 911 call like?

Heather: Yes hello! I need the police right away!

Dispatcher: Okay calm down Mam. What seems to be the problem?

Heather: Well I’m at Burger King and I just placed my order for a Whopper Jr! and fries! Then when I got my order I realized they had given me a full sized Whopper!

Dispatcher: Wait….. Is this your emergency?

Heather: Well obviously! I have a figure to maintain! I can’t be eating a full sized Whopper!

Dispatcher…………………………………………………………………………………… Yeah uh the only reason the police are coming is because we’ve been talking on the phone long enough.

Heather: Thank God! Tell them I’ll be the one standing in the drive thru!

 Dispatcher: I’m sure they’ll figure it out….. 

Heather… not saying that you probably weren’t at the head of your class in Common Sense 101 but….

I mean, wanted by the police… then calling them to ask for help… WITH A FAST FOOD ORDER?  That makes as much sense as asking Colonel Sanders to see if he could come over and babysit your pet chickens!

Might I make a small suggestion?  May I suggest a T.V. dinner for your next feast?  It’s no Get Out of Jail Free card but, if ya buy it at Giant Eagle, you can get fuel points on a Giant Eagle card!  Just don’t call the cops if your corn spills into your hot lava brownie, Ya Jagoff!

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Restaurant Left-over Jagoffs at Home!

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Let he who HASN’T stolen restaurant leftovers from someone cast the first stone!!!!

When you’re in a relationship and you’re living together, there are a number of things you have to share. Some things are easy to share while others are more difficult and then there are some things that are simply off limits.

A few weeks ago, my husband picked up take out from our favorite local restaurant. Along with our amazing tacos, he grabbed a couple large cookies for dessert. We ate dinner and I ate my cookie, but he only ate a portion of his cookie. Well, the next morning I woke up earlier than he did and I ate the leftover cookie for breakfast. When he awoke, I fessed up and told him, “I ate the other half of your cookie.” His reply was, “Wait! I only took a sliver off that cookie – that was way more than half.”

Last week we ordered take out again. I didn’t eat much and had an entire pork taco leftover. Now, to clarify – this is in the “off limits” category for me. Nobody gets near my pork taco. As I was at work, hubby texts me “I ate the other half of your pork taco.”

Ahhh, I deserved that. Ya Jagoff!

Thanks to  @burghJacks on Twitter for this post.

What favorite leftover have you STOLEN or HAD STOLEN from you?