Whenever my order would be wrong, my friend Kerry, who I shared 6.5 years of Wednesday morning breakfasts with, would say to me “Ya know…they don’t hire brain surgeons.” – ah, the obvious.

Well of course they don’t.  Casting no rocks in the direction of a glass house, I did need to stop and get a photo from McDonald’s.

So if you couldn’t get all the letters on the board what would you do?