Coffee and Burgers, a Short Anecdote.
A few years ago, when I was still attending Servite High School and ignorant of the Evils of Ronald McDonald, I would come in every other morning or so to my local McDonalds to have a cup of coffee because it was so cheap. Every time I was enjoying my slosh cup of coffee grinds and colored water, an obese man in his thirties would always come in and storm his gigantic, blob-like body to the counter and orders an obscene amount of food that could probably feed a starving village in northern Africa.
I know, I sound like a prick for saying that about him, but trust me, even the late Pope John Paul II wouldn’t hesitate to call his guy a dickhead. The way he yells at those kids working behind the counter, you’d swear he was a drill sergeant, only one with a high-pitched voiced that cracked every few sentences. He finishes barking orders at the kids and waits there, holding up the only line open. At this point, those kids are too afraid to tell the man to move out of the way, so they quickly pile up his pre-heated burgers and fries for him.
He quickly begins to inspect his mound of food and as then puts his hand in the fries. You could tell by his face he was pissed. He began to screech, “these fries are cold, they’re always fucking cold when you serve them! I want fresh ones!”
The employees apologize and promptly take the fries away. A few minutes later, they come back with just-fried French fries and place them in front of The Blob, who was still holding up the line. The Blob, being the simpleton he is, put his sausage hands right into the fries again, completely scalding his hand with the hot, oil-rich fries. He shrieks like a little girl and quickly pulls his hand back.
The place is completely silent, except for me, laughing my ass off. The Blob turns around, sobbing and cradling his scalded hand and yells, “what the fuck are you laughing at, kid?”
I just keep laughing uncontrollably and pointing at his hand. Our massive friend may have failed physical education in high school, but I have never seen someone run out of a room so fast. Once he left, everyone also began to laugh hysterically. The kids at the counter started handing out The Blob’s food for free to all the people who were held up in line, just for kicks.
After this incident, I never had to pay for coffee at McDonalds again, at least until I stopped going.
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10.7.2007, 12:47 am
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