I had the worst food and the worst service I’d ever had at a fast food restaurant last night.

At least it was free.

A few months back KFC offered a .pdf coupon to try their new grilled chicken for free.  Silly them, don’t they know people can print unlimited .pdf’s?!  So when they got bombarded with people wanting free chicken, they stopped accepting them and told the people to mail in their coupons so they could receive different coupons.

Well, I hadn’t wanted to be part of the bombardment, so I had waited til the crowds died down, thus I waited too long.  So I made a special trip in to KFC, gave them my coupon so they could mail it in and I could fill out the form to get my new one.

And I waited.  And I waited.  And I waited.  A month later, in June, my coupon came in the mail.   When I checked the expiration date, I saw it was only good for two weeks in August.  I filed it away and sincerely hoped I didn’t forget about it.  I figured it would come in handy with a newborn.

I wish I’d forgotten about it.

We went out last night to use it.  We didn’t end up getting there until about eight.  We didn’t think anything of it, though.  But apparently you’re not supposed to GO to that Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant after eight o’clock. (They close at nine.)

Josh was getting the older two settled, cutting chicken, putting hair back, opening plasticware.  I was carrying a six-week-old while going back and forth to the drink station.  On my last trip  back, I found the entrance to our section baracaded!  With a sign that said, “Section Closed”

Thinking the lady had a mistake, I joked to Josh, “I’d love to give you your drink, sweetheart, but I’ve been locked out!”

I honestly thought at this point the worker who had done this would look up, see me holding an infant and a drink, laugh at her mistake and offer to help me though.

(It was a very heavy piece that baracaded the section, it had two garbage cans and a section that held the napkins, condiments, and plasticware.  There was no way I could move it.)

Instead!  Instead, though!  She angrily snapped back a reply something like, “I want to go home TONIGHT, people!!”

Shocked, I responded, “I’d like to eat my food!”

Completely unrelenting, she then went on and on about how she had to work a 12 hour shift today, while very hurredly wiping tables and sweeping floors.  She told me to go in the other end.

My family was sitting in the very first table.  I had to go halfway through the restaurant to go through the other entrance, which she had also partially baracaded with a trash can, broom, and mop and bucket.  And another sign that read, “Section Closed”.

I finally sat down and looked at my food.

The worker at the counter had told us we weren’t allowed to choose the chicken we wanted.

I was given a wing and a tiny, dried out breast.  (And I’m a thigh/leg kinda gal!)  They tasted like they had been under the heat lamps since eight that morning!

And this coupon was supposed to build support for their new grilled chicken?  I don’t get it!

I ate my baked beans and mashed potatoes.  And left.  Vowing never, under any circumstances, to visit that KFC again.  And if I did find myself at a KFC someday in the future, a different one, I sure won’t be getting thier grilled chicken!

KFC, you sure goofed this promotion!