Overheard in my Car Pt. III

Me: I stormed out of McDonalds today.
TR: Why were you at McDonalds? You hate McDonalds.
Me: Well, I had to take V to class, and McDonalds is right by the college. So I thought I’d swing in there and get some dinner.
TR: So, what happened?
Me: Well, the place was filthy.
TR: It’s McDonalds. It’s always filthy.
Me: Yeah. That’s what I told myself. I got in line and there were three people in front of me in line, and no cashiers in sight.
TR: You’ve got to expect that. It’s McDonalds.
Me: Yep. Told myself that, too. Anyway, all of the cashiers were huddled in the drive-thru window giggling about something. It took about five minutes, but one of them finally broke away and started taking orders.
TR: You should have called for a manager.
Me: One of them was the manager.
TR: Oh.
Me: Yeah. And you know how they’re supposed to wear their hair up in a clip when they’re working around food?
TR: Yeah.
Me: Her hair was falling out of the clip… Oh, and her shirt was half untucked, and I started thinking that maybe she had just come out of the restroom.
TR: Yuck.
Me: I know. Sometimes I wish I could shut my imagination off. But that still wasn’t enough to get me out of line.
TR: What was?
Me: Well, there were a bunch of teenage boys back in the grill area.
TR: There usually are.
Me: Yep. Anyway, they were throwing chicken nuggets at each other.
TR: You mean like a food fight?
Me: Exactly. But then I started thinking about when I worked at McDonalds back in high school and some of the stuff the guys I worked with used to do to the food before they served it.
TR: You’ve told me…
Me: Yeah. And it might have been my imagination, but I think I saw one of the guys pick up the nuggets off of the floor and box them up. That’s when I left.
TR: I don’t blame you. Are you going to call and complain?
Me: Better than that. I’m going to blog about it.

Fast Food Blues

TR and I went to In-N-Out last night for dinner. It was a special occasion, so we splurged for the fancy restaurant. No McDonalds for us, boy! We’re going for the good stuff!

Anyway, the line to the register was pretty long – as usual. After 10 minutes of toe-tapping fun, we finally made it to the front. The guy behind the cash-register had just enough time to smile at us when an elderly woman with a huge wig pushed her way up to the counter. Waving a mass of bun, lettuce, onions and tomatoes under the hapless cashier’s nose she said in a nasally voice, “This was supposed to be vegetarian-style. It looks like they put meat on it, and then realized their mistake and removed it. There’s grease on the lettuce.” Of course, the poor guy took the “burger” from her, apologizing profusely, and retreating back into the kitchen area to fix the problem. Well, by this time the other cashier was free to serve us, but instead of doing so, he just gave us an embarrassed half-smile and slunk off to have a smoke or something. We stood there looking stupid for another 10 minutes before someone realized we weren’t being helped. Now I love In-N-Out. I think it’s one of the finest fast-food places on the planet. They have great food, they actually clean their tables in between customers and the service is usually excellent. But if stuff like this continues to happen they might have to rename the place IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIn-N-Out.

McDonalds Sucks

I was going to post this really long rant about something that happened this evening. And then my browser crashed, and I lost all of it. Now you poor people don’t get to read all of the “colorful metaphors” I so painstakingly crafted about McDonalds employees and McDonalds customers. Oh well. At least I got to vent. Though I may have to purchase a new F key for my laptop.