
A couple of my friends have been hooked on using the word
hoodwinked
to describe being duped, ripped off, tricked, etc.
Well, the word is perfect for referring to my past two experiences
with fast food chains.
First of all, I'm not one to frequent these establishments.
In fact, I usually make every attempt to avoid them,
but on rare occasion, I get an insatiable craving for a
milkshake.
And typically, the lowest-cost solution to satisfy my desire
is to swing by the drive-thru of one of those internationally recognized restaurants that cater to the impulsive buyer.
So over the past two weeks,
while barely functioning in some sort of low-blood-sugar trance,
I've found myself in two separate fast food places,
ordering a milkshake, and,
thinking that I'm really hungry,
ordering some sort of burger too.
Then suddenly I'm faced with the option to order a
"combo meal."
This is where it gets tough for me.
Remind you,
I'm unfamiliar with the deals offered at these greasy joints,
so I stand there staring at the
way-too-colorful and way-too-small-printed menu,
calculating which option will provide the most value for my
hard-earned dollar,
while an acne-covered, brace-faced boy in a ridiculous uniform
convinces me that the combo meal is the way to go.
Well, in situation numero uno, I opted not to go the "combo" route,
and I forked over nearly ten bones for two sandwiches and a drink!
I was flabbergasted!
So in situation numero dos, at a different artery-clogging locale,
I figured the combo meal must be the ticket.
Wrong!
Again, nearly ten bucks dropped on a milkshake and burger.
Hoodwinked?
I think so.
Or maybe those boys behind the counter were taking out all their teenage angst on me poor, ignorant, unsuspecting me.