The Case of the Missing Nugget

Alright, picture this—I’m just standing in line at McDonald’s, minding my business,

when the air *changes*. In front of me is a mom with full minivan confidence, holding a Happy

Meal box like it’s legal evidence. She squints inside, then looks up at the worker and says,

real calm, “Excuse me. This says six nuggets.” The worker blinks. “Yes ma’am.”

She opens the box again, counts slowly—like she wants witnesses—and goes,

“There are **five**.” Now everyone’s listening. Fries stop crunching. A kid gasps. The worker apologizes

and says they can replace it. But the mom shakes her head. “No.

I don’t want *new* nuggets. I want **the missing one**.” The worker freezes