Tuesday, July 28, 2009


McDonalds can kiss my ass.

On Saturday night, I promised Monk Man that if he helped me vacuum, I would take him out for an icecream, plus give him a dollar.

Oh the horror, he is only 4! Well, that's what my mom said when I told her about my brilliant plan to teach him some responsibility. Whatever, mom.

So we get the chores done and everybody loads into the HHR. Even Hubbs. But only because he is shit faced drunk and is afraid of my wrath if he declines.

I pull into the drive thru and wait at the ordering box. And wait. And wait. FINALLY we get some one to take our order.

I order 1 McCafe drink, 2 vanilla cones, and a McFlurry. We pull up to the window to pay. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Meanwhile, the cars are lining up behind us. After being ignored for way too many minutes, I finally caught the attention of somebody and asked if anybody still worked there. Of course I got the blank stare. The manager came over and asked the drive-thru cashier what the hold up. She pointed to the computer screen, then over to us and then back at the screen again. And the manager walks away.

The boys are both getting restless so they are poking and pinching each other. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore so I looked over to Hubbs and said "Should we just go? We shouldn't have to wait 15 fukkin minutes for 3 fukkin icecreams and a sucky ass coffee".

Damn my bad luck because just as I was being shitty, the cashier decided at that exact minute to come to the window. Of course! I turned my head back to the window to see her standing there with her mouth open and I handed her the $$. Whoopsy.

Ugh. This foot in mouth shit seems to be a new pattern lately.

1 comment:

KimboSue said...

Well she's got to know she works at a shitty fast food joint, right? Just most people don't say it out loud....or to her face. :)