Dear McDonalds’ down the street,
CURSE YOU for your irresistible summer special of 69 cents for a 42 oz. soft drink. I would not grace your terrible facility with my presence for any other reason, but you SEEMED a quick and convenient stop for an extra-large “Pibb Xtra” on my way to a friend’s.
When the young woman in front of me waited over a minute to place her order, I should have known. However, at the time I believed that the mistake was hers: she was driving a mini-cooper and I thought perhaps she had not pulled up fully to your insidious order-placing speakerbox. When she started saying “Hello??” angrily, I thought that was it was her fault.
However, the joke was on me, because after your dim-witted employee took her order and then mine, I waited an additional FOURTEEN minutes while your sorry excuse of a staff, even for a shithole McDonald’s, attended to the orders of a stupid-ass truck who needed eight of those minutes, then a mini-van full of bouncing rug-rats, and eventually Genius Miss Mini, before I handed over my $0.74 and received my beverage.
These people in front of me actually wanted McDonald’s for dinner in the first place, so they’re not expecting anything of quality – you don’t have to throw-away-and-remake their food just because some shithead high school dropout working the french-fryer couldn’t help but drool all over… Just give me my fucking drink.
Andy
You should sue them……everyone else does
Here’s a tip: LEAVE THE DRIVE THRU AND MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE. If you expect stellar service from inbred drug addicts working for minimum wage you’re in a worse state than they are.