I went to an event in Pittsburgh, PA today, which means that this Jersey girl drove across the entire commonwealth and back, which takes a little over nine hours round trip. Having done this excursion before, I got smart and took a hotel room overnight instead of spending an entire day driving to and from. By the time I navigated traffic in the infamous Philadelphia concrete car-choking freeway that is known as the “Sure Kill Expressway,” I was famished and tired. I did what any red-blooded average person does; I stopped at McDonald’s to pick up “linner.” That’s a word for when you get late lunch or early dinner, to the uninitiated, just like brunch is breakfast/lunch.
The chicken wraps are a popular choice, and they still had a third spicy buffalo version available, so I bought one of each. When I got the bag home, each wrap was lovingly bundled like a baby with a sticker on the corner of the paper to prevent unravelling. The buffalo wrap was even given special treatment because it had no wrapper of its own, so the order slip was attached to it to identify it from the other two.
This is where it got interesting. And forgive me for being such a detail-oriented persnickety person.
The other two wraps were done the exact same way; same rolling technique, same sticker. Two cleanly executed handfuls of my not having to cook. When I unwrapped the first, however, I realized that the wrapper itself was designed to identify the two varieties of chicken wrap: Spicy or Ranch. The Spicy wrap has red labelling in the corner, and Ranch has blue, across from each other on the same paper wrapper. The trick is that the person doing the wrapping has to remember to put the hot item into the opposite corner of what it is, placing the Ranch wrap in the Spicy corner and vice versa, so that when it is rolled and closed with the sticker, the identity of the type of wrap is clearly marked on the outside.
Both of mine were identified as Spicy. Inside one, though, was the Ranch I ordered.
Who knew chicken wraps could have an identity crisis?
As I bit into my Ranch wrap which identified as Spicy, I pondered the absurdity of the issue, wishing at the same time that whoever was cranking out the chicken wraps would actually experience an epiphany and figure out how the paper was supposed to be applied. I don’t know if this is just me or just them, but either the person wasn’t trained, or they didn’t realize that this was the key to something small but important in how to identify similar items. If three people ordered different wraps, the buffalo order was easy to spot, but the others needed to be unwrapped to figure out which was which.
Anyway, the wraps were wonderful, the fries tasty as always, and the grumbling in my tummy has subsided.
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