I ♥ my husband....more than Arby's :)

I realize this is my 4th post in a week, but put me on bed rest, and I have time to write. :) 

I have this thing about Arby's. I REALLY like Arby's when I'm pregnant, although I don't generally care for fast food in general. But somehow, the only times they have EVER messed up my food is when I'm pregnant. I'm a LITTLE more tolerant of mistakes made with my food under normal circumstances (emphasis on "little"), but I'm a little put off that Arby's waits to mess up my food when it's most important that they get it right. I mean seriously, how difficult is it to make a sandwich correctly?

When I was pregnant with Kadence, it involved a Roast Chicken, Bacon and Swiss sandwich. How do you make that? One should be able to assume (even if you dropped out of middle school to work there) that you would do so with roast chicken, bacon and swiss. It's in the name. How can you screw that up? Nevertheless, they left off the swiss. The second I said something, Patrick turned the car around, took it back in and had them remake it correctly. . .and they felt so bad about screwing up a pregnant woman's meal, they sent a few cookies out with him so I wouldn't be mad at them. :D

Now, Patrick isn't always so good at reading signals, but to his credit this one he only had to see once before he had it figured out. . .but it had to happen the hard way. About a week before this particular Arby's incident, we had gone to Sonic. I was feeling rather nauseous, and the food he ordered was put in the trunk of the car for him to eat once we got home. . .but not actually in the house. :) I ordered a blended Sprite float to settle my stomach, but waited until we got home (which was just around the corner) before I drank it. 

A blended Sprite float consist of 2 things. . .Sprite and soft serve ice cream blended together. Figuring out how to properly do this doesn't require a Chemistry degree. My float had Sprite, and soft serve. . .and banana. Bananas made me sick at the time, so you can guess how well that went over.

I asked Patrick to go back and have them remake it. After all, we'd already paid for it, I wanted it, and I wanted it made correctly. Here's the thing though. . .he doesn't like confrontation. In his man way of trying to make things better and keep everyone happy, he instead went to the store and bought Sprite and ice cream, thinking he'd just make me one himself. 

Ice cream you buy at the store is NOT soft serve. . .so it didn't matter how he tried to make it, the taste and consistency was never going to be right. Not to mention, the failed attempts cost us more money, when he could have just gone back to Sonic to have them fix the one we'd already paid for. The end result was a hormonal, and VERY unhappy me. 

Keep in mind that we'd only been married a year back then, we were both still figuring out the married relationship thing, I was hormonal, AND I was emotional about his impending deployment. I was so angry and upset with him, that I just refused to speak to him for hours. This was my frame of mind. I had simply asked him to go back to Sonic, and have them to correct their mistake, which he wouldn't do. So not only had he gotten me pregnant and was leaving me alone, he also didn't love me enough to go have the idiots at Sonic fix a mistake that THEY made to make me feel better. (Note, the word RATIONAL wasn't used. . . :D)

I didn't say I handled it correctly, nor can I claim to be completely sane at the time. (Honestly though, when would I ever claim that??) However, we haven't had this issue since then. 

So, this morning Mom and Kadence left to go to Abilene for a few days so Mom could take care of some things. Patrick was coming back home after he finished his last final exam before he had to go to work. He called to see if I needed him to get anything since I was going to be home alone all day. I had him stop by Arby's and bring me something so I'd have it to eat later for lunch or dinner. 

This was what was ordered: a Turkey, Bacon and Ranch Market Fresh sandwich without the bacon, onions, or tomatoes. Now, I realize that bacon is in the name of the sandwich, and I've asked them to remove that, which could possibly confuse an already incompetent person. However, this is what I got on my sandwich: turkey, cheese, lettuce (all of which is supposed to be there), SPICY MUSTARD AND MAYO. No ranch. 

I mentioned that food is an important issue when I'm pregnant right? Had they just left off the ranch, I could have lived with that, because I could have added it myself. . .but they substituted it for spicy mustard, and mayo. I don't eat mustard. I find it disgusting. . .spicy mustard especially so. 

Now I KNEW there was no way that's what Patrick ordered. . .but I called him anyway to let him know. Yes, I called just to tell him that there was mustard on my sandwich, even though he was at work and there was nothing he could do about it. He said he would stop by Arby's on his way home from work (at 11pm tonight) and get me another one. About 20 minutes later he called me back to let me know that he'd called Arby's, talked to the manager, and when he stopped by tonight they would give him the replacement sandwich free of charge, since they screwed up the other one.

I didn't ask him to do that. Honestly, I was a little surprised that he did. But that's how well my husband knows me. Even though I didn't say anything, he knows that I don't like paying for something twice, when it should have been right the first time. So he fixed it. 

I love my husband. Not only does he understand my quirks, but he goes out of his way to work with them. . .even if I don't say anything.

Edit: When he went to pick up the replacement sandwich, they also gave him a coupon for a free combo meal. . .because they screwed up. :)