And the freaking chicken never came...

I came home from work tonight- did you sense it?- in a rather dark mood. So rather than cooking we decided to order chicken. An apparently easy solution. But, after waiting two hourse we thought we should phone and see what the hold up might be. But the friendly people at KFC are not so friendly, or smart. They're like 'oh, I don't know'. When will our food be ready? "oh I don't know", has it gone out yet? "oh, I don't know", is there anyone we can talk to who might know? "oh I don't know". So we said, well then I guess we'll just cancel our order if you can't even tell us when we might expect it after two freaking hours of waiting. And he was like, 'okay'. Click. So now its eight oclock. The kids have not eaten and are miserable because they're hungry and we've been promising them fries for the last two hours. Argh. Screw the booze. Where's the razor blades?