I was at Burger King and I ordered chicken nuggets, french fries, and a drink. I sat down after getting my order ready to devour my meal. I guess I was hungry. I noticed that someone replaced my chicken with tater tots. I don't even think Burger King sells tater tots! Therefore, I politely went back to the cashier who sold me the meal and told him about the mix up. I said, "I think someone mistakenly gave me tater tots instead of chicken nuggets." and he just said ok. I was rather taken back by his rudeness so I exclaimed, still in a calm voice, “I understand that this most likely isn’t your fault but I would appreciate it if you could give me my chicken nuggets please.” He then looked at me and said, “Well,” in a completely rude way, “could you please direct your complaints to the other cashier?” By this time I was very upset and really hungry so in an angry and somewhat raised voice I told him “No! I will not direct my complaint to him, you messed up my order and you need to fix it.” He just looked at me for a few seconds then told me in a scurrilous way “Don’t raise your voice at me!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now I was mad and I actually raised m voice. I threw the tater tots over the counter towards his feet and yelled, “I want my chicken nuggets. I told you I didn’t order these stupid tater tots and I want my food now!” He then said maybe I need to speak with the manager and I replied, “Maybe I do!” I then calmly explained my situation to the manager and I got my chicken free of charge. As I left the restaurant, I gave that cashier, the meanest look I’ve ever given before in my life.
**This next part of my dream is weird because I saw this teacher the next day at the bank**
I was already mad because of the burger king incident and I went to school. They had recently renovated all of the bathrooms so my friends and I were gathered around outside of it. My friend Whitney, the class secretary, was reviewing the Student Council binder and handed me a paper out of it. I told her it was supposed to stay in there because it had everyone’s grades and other information in it. Then some teacher, who shall remain nameless, came up, just put herself in the conversation, and rudely said, “You don’t need to be looking at other student’s information. Give that here!” I then just went off on her. I would never do this in real life but this was what I said, at least what I remember: “First of all, not that it’s any of your business, but this is Student Council information and it is for us to see not you so can you please get out of our conversation because I do not recall inviting you to join it in the first place.” You know, I just don’t like it when people get in someone else’s business and they don’t even know what they’re talking about. Well, that was the end of that dream.
