After arriving back home in the UK quite late on Saturday evening, I got up early on Sunday to head back to me real home in Northamptonshire to see my folks for Easter. I had no milk, bread or cereal so I decided to skip breakfast and hit the road north sooner rather than later.

I got quite hungry around Oxford, due to my brekky skippedness, so I pulled into the services to get a bite to eat. I browsed around distinctly limited services and decided on a KFC burger, as I quite like the taste of genetically engineered chicken slathered in a breadcrumb covering so secret it makes MI5 look like a Pontins AGM.

I noted that a fillet tower meal was £4.29, but decided to order just a burger and coke, as I did not want to ruin my appetite for the home made Irish roast dinner that was just a few short hours away. I always like to celebrate the death of our Lord the Saviour with a full stomach, and dumplings.

“That’ll be £4.89” said the server with the name Trainee on his badge.

“Oh, you must have made a mistake, I only want the burger and a coke. Nothing else.”

“Yes, that’s right. That’ll be £4.89.”

“But it’s only £4.29 for the whole meal which, includes fries.”

“That’s right.”

“So by paying more, I actually receive less?”

“Well, I guess so.” said the somewhat bemused KFC till operative.

“In fact, you’re paying me 60p to take a portion of fries I don’t want, and have no intention of eating.”

“Well, yes, I suppose so.”

“If that’s the case, I’d be perfectly happy to take three portions of fries, if you want to give me £1.80?”

He looked at me for a few moments, unsure if I was serious. I decided to clarify this for him.

“I am serious. If you give me £1.80 I really will eat three portions of fries.”

“I’m sorry, we can’t do that. Do you just want the meal then?”

I said I did, and made a point of removing the fries from the bag and leaving them on the counter. The burger was adequate.

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