In America, if you go to a McDonald’s, you will find McChicken on the dollar menu.  Delicious!  And a deal!  But in the South, sometimes they serve something called the hot and spicy McChicken.  I have some issues gastronomically, and try to avoid that one.

When we stopped in Arkansas to get a quick bite to eat, I ordered a McChicken and it wasn’t until I unwrapped it that I discovered it was hot and spicy, and, therefore, inedible for me.  They never told me.  They never said a word!

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, after all, this is the state that gave us the Clintons.

And that is the tale of why Rob and I didn’t go to Arkansas.