Went to McD's a few weeks ago. Took a while to place my drive-thru order, took a pretty long time to get my food handed to me. The reason? I counted five teenie-bopper employees at the front counter, every single one of them was texting on their cell. Along with the manager!! I rolled my eyes took my food and got out. At home, two miles away, my double cheeseburger had one piece o' meat. It was cold. The bun was hard. Fries were ancient. I went ballistic. Went back, went inside with my food, and went OFF on that stupid old hag manager. She wanted to set things right, I had none of it and demanded my refund, all $2.12. The manager gave me four dimes instead of two in my change and turned her back on me and walked away! I threw the two extra dimes at her but missed.
And that's why I drive to the McD's across town when I can't live without South American beef.
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