PF Changs Wants Me Dead

 A side story from my little air travel debacle.. 

While we were waiting 11 hours in Detroit, it transpired that I got a little peckish. Juno said she'd seen a PF Changs nearby on the concourse and suggested she could get me some Chinese food. I like Chinese food, and while I'd had a bad experience with a PF Changs in the past, I thought... what the hell. It's been years and it was in another city. Give them another chance.

People wonder why I don't like to give second chances. Stuff like this is why.

So, after a while, Juno returns from the PF Changs (which turned out to be like a half mile down the concourse) with a container claiming to be Mongolian Chicken and rice. It did actually have rice and so bits of breaded chicken in a brownish sauce that might have had a passing relationship with being sweet and spicy. 

The second piece of meat I picked up, was shrimp. In fact, there was a lot of shrimp in my Mongolian chicken.

I am allergic to shellfish. Shellfish allergies are potentially fatal. 

I explained this to the nice young manager at PF Changs (I think he was young than D) who refunded our money. That, at least, was handled well.

So, you ask, what was my previous bad experience with PF Changs.

Exactly the same thing. Exactly. The. Same. Thing.

PF Changs wants me dead.