Bones in the Pancakes

Today's story starts with a trip to McDonald's for breakfast as I had many errands to run in preparation for our big trip to Ohio. I picked Demetrius up at the beauty school and we started on our way. We had to deliver a flash drive to our Friendship Force friends in Jackson so they could use it on their vacation and so we decided to stop at a McDonald's on the way - one we don't usually go to. We each got our "usual": pancakes for Demetrius and a bacon and egg bagel for me. It's McDonald's for heaven's sake - what could go wrong??? Demetrius was eating his pancakes when he looked at me with a horrified look on his face and said, "Grandma, these pancakes have bones in them." I thought, "what in the world? What could be in the pancakes that he thought they were bones?" So I said, "Well, just spit out what's in your mouth and let me check them." He said, "That's OK, I think it was just one bone. The rest are OK." and proceeds to eat them. Well, it wasn't long before he found another "bone" and this time I made him give me the fork to see what it was. One of the pancakes (the one on the bottom) must have been made in the last century as it was as hard as a rock. I couldn't even get the fork in it. I said I was going to take them back and he said, "It's OK. I wasn't that hungry anyway." So I made him save all the parts that weren't edible and on our way out the door, I asked to speak to the manager. Who, I might add, was handling some sort of crisis/outburst with one of the workers in the back. She (the employee) was screaming and yelling and I couldn't tell if it was happy, mad, sad or glad. All I node was thiff: "Thass nuf a dat shit. Yude bee qweye-ed-ed down now oar Eye bee leddin ewe bee dun gawn owt de dore!!!!" And that was the manager. Needless to say, when I told her what the child had said about the pancakes her only comment was, "He be cute but he don't be right. Whut chall want? Moor dem pancakes?" I figured it was time to cut my losses and leave never to grace this lovely establishment with our presence ever again. N dat bee foe troo. Dee en.