*** McFuck It!
Okay I have had enough!The last time I'm going to our local McDonald's.
Today was the last straw! So to speak.
I know these restaurants are franchised, but what is this guy doing? Hiring winos?
Okay not nice I know, but I'm steamed. Just sick to death.
They screwed up again and forgot the barbecue sauce.
That makes Troy yell at me.
That makes me mad.
I was so mad that I did a David Hasselhoff into the parking, jumped out of my car and STALKED to the drive-up window.
"I WANT BARBECUE SAUCE!"
"Barbecue sauce"
"You know that stuff people eat with their Mcnuggets McBonehead?"
He smiled at me.
Really he did.
Just smiled at me like there was something perfectly normal about a red-faced, sweating woman standing in the drive-thru window, blocking the traffic.
"Here you go ma'am."
He hands me two packets of barbecue sauce.
Smiling.
Unbothered.
This is obviously an everyday occurence.
I wish he had given me three packets. He only gave me two, just enough, so I didn't have enough to throw one and ping him in the head with it.
I am absolutely sick to death of McFucktard and his gang of McDumbasses at the Golden Asses.
After having to return three times this week because they screwed up the orders I have just given up.
Time to hold the pickles hold the lettuce.
Can't help it though.
I may buckle under pressure.
I like Big Macs better than Whoppers.
