So I’m flying tonight, and when we land I’m absolutely jonesing for food. What made me want to get a Big Mac, I’ll never know, but there I was, waiting patiently at the drive-thru at McDonald’s.
For fifteen minutes. With nary a peep from the guy at the window.
So I pull around, and what do I see? He’s too busy shooting the shit with his boyz from tha 'hood to do what he’s paid to do.
So I get out of the car and I go up to the window, and I ask the guy a question.
“Can’t you even pretend to care about doing your job? I honked, I talked into the speaker, I sat there like a friggin’ tool waiting for you to do your damn job. Is it too much to ask that you just pretend to care? Really?”
So I get in my car and go after that, without hearing even so much as a peep from the clown.
Well, that cinches it. Not that the food is that good anyway, but every once in a while I have a craving that simply cannot be satisfied by anything but a Big Mac. No longer.
From where the sun now stands, I will patronize McDonald’s no more forever. If I must eat fast food (which I must), Wendy’s gets my business. Simple as that.