Practically Free, Bum-Like Homeless Fast Food Date Night

Saturday night (10:00-ish), we decided to go on a quick Fast Food run to quench one of Ben’s craves. We had a coupon for one specific place in town (the name will be withheld to prevent judgment and discrimination) to for buy one specialty burger and get one free (that’s a full meal for two). WHAT A DEAL!! So we decided to go there. No, we are not poor college students spending all of our grants and your tax dollars on fast food we have some gift cards for some Fast food places in Rexburg (Ben gets them for holidays/birthdays/ect because he is a fast food junkie and likes that more than candy, birthday cake or anything else).
So we went to ‘this place’ with our coupon, gift card (we only has $1.53 left) and all the change that we had in our car and ended up…43 cents short!! I was determined not to use our card (the only other form of ‘money’ we had) for 43 cents and especially not for Fast food (which is a luxury and something we really didn’t need) and so we began to search. We went out to the car (in freezing weather) and searched under, in and all around the seats for loose change (the car has never been cleaned so thoroughly); we (well I should say, I, Ben was too embarrassed to do this) walked around the parking lot looking for dropped change; we even drove across the street to a different fast food place and asked them if they could give us money off of their gift card, which they couldn’t (we didn’t just eat there because we didn’t have a coupon for there). Finally I got up the courage to ask two strangers who were walking buy if I could borrow some change- which isn’t too scary since we are in Rexburg and the odds of them being nice safe LDS college students is VERY high.
Finally we got the money we went in, got our burger and two free waters and sat down to eat our date night dinner. Then as we sat there, the only two in the restaurant (because it was so late), we heard the employees complaining about burning the fries. I jumped up and ran to the counter. “You know, it would be bad to throw those fries away, you can just give them to us! If you are going to throw them away anyway…we will eat burnt fries…” So, the manager made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone (which, since I am not telling you the location, I do not think this breaches that deal) and they dumped the ENTIRE BASKET of overcooked fries on a tray and gave them to us. They were defiantly overcooked but they were free and that made them taste SO much better.
So we had a practically free, bum-like homeless wonderful Saturday Fast Food Date Night!!