The Constant Wanderer

[look closely at what's engraved on the rock next to me - my friends(?) made me pose there] In the past few weeks, I have come to the sad realization that there are people out there who hate me at first sight. Perhaps the word hate is a bit too strong ... dislike might be more accurate. For example, this happened to me this past weekend when I was visiting DC . (Sunday Morning: 10am @ McDonald's) me: Can I please get a #10 please? (the mcGriddle AKA death by breakfast) lady: Okay anything else? me: Can I please get juice instead of coffee for my drink? lady: You don't get no drink with #10. me: What comes with the meal then? lady: (pauses for a moment) You get your choice of coffee, tea, or juice. me: (raising my eyebrow just a tad out of confusion) ehh ... ok, I'll just have coffee. Does the meal come with anything else? lady: nope. me: Can I please get a hash brown then? lady: Another one? me: What? lady: You already get a hash brown with your meal. me...