So Jen and I stopped at McD’s the other night for a quick dinner. Jen was confused, because this is not usually my fast food of choice. But I was craving a Chicken Caesar salad. We went in, and there was no one at the counter. The young man, who was wearing a headset, came over to help us but Jen wasn’t quite ready. When she had decided, sheindicated that she was ready. The young man said “I’ll be right with you.”

I didn’t realize this at the time, but the young man was NOT helping a drive-thru customer. He was filling the soft drink lids. Ok, whatever. Jen orders. I say “I’d like the grilled chicken Caesar.”

He looks slightly confused, then says “You want a salad?”

“Yes.”

“What kind? You want the bacon ranch, or…”

“The grilled chicken Caesar.” I interrupt.

Hoo, boy. I realize you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to work at McDonald’s, but even so…

Sweet Northern Comfort?

I was driving in my car, listening to the radio, and stopped on WYRK–Buffalo’s country station. The song “Sweet Southern Comfort” was playing. I kind of enjoy it, even though it IS about the south. It has a catchy little melody, and I often sing along.

Anyway, you know how when performers are doing a concert, they’ll often substitute the name of the town they’re playing in? Or the name of a sports team or somesuch? The crowd gets all fired up, everybody screams, etc. Well, I’ve noticed (only on WYRK, mind you…) that I frequently hear these edits made INTO songs on the radio. Mildly annoying.

So in this particular song, there is a line something about Alabama, roll Tide roll. It was edited to say:

“In Buffalo, the fans all know it’s go Bills go.”

Wha? I’m sorry, when did Buffalo become part of the south? The name of the song is Sweet SOUTHERN Comfort. How annoying is that? Argh.