During a particularly hectic Saturday night at the McDonald's drive thru, I patiently waited for my turn to order. After some minutes the young girl manning (girling?) the window came on and apologized for the wait. I jauntily replied that it wasn't a problem at all and that I understood things were hectic for her given the length of the line and what must be some of the busiest operation hours of the week. When I arrived home and opened the bag, much to my astonishment, nestled amongst the fries and the hot apple pie was an additional barbeque dipping sauce packet for my McNuggets. I cannot be sure, but I suspect this act of generosity may have been due to my simple kindness during our brief conversation at the illuminated menu board. Springs1, do you have any idea the sense of freedom and well being one has heedlessly dipping their McNuggets, safe in the knowledge that they have a backup packet just in case? I urge you to meditate on my little story and strongly suggest that you voluntarily commit yourself to a mental health facility in your area for observation and electro shock therapy - for which I think you will have to sign a series of consent forms.