Leaving Nucleartownhall after two trips to the beach had my daughter and I parched. I treated myself to a skinny Oprah iced chai, while she was craving a “coke no ice.” It was the weekend, so why not?
The only place nearby with soda was McDonalds. I don’t think I have been to a McDonald’s drive thru since the kids were five and under. Happily, my experience was beyond entertaining, minus the happy meal and apple pie.
“May I help you?”
“Yes please. I need a medium Coke, no ice.”
“Thank you. Please drive to the first window.”
It all seemed innocent enough. When I made it to the aforementioned first window, I waited while listening to a teenage boy taking someone’s order through the headset. When he was obviously off the “call,” he turned to me and began to rant in an amazingly wonderful sarcastic voice:
“Yes, I’ll have a Big Mac, ten orders of chicken nuggets and FIFTY THOUSAND QUARTER POUNDERS WITH CHEESE! Really?! What are people thinking!? I can’t even look at this guy… I FEEL LIKE I AM KILLING HIM!”
There was silence as we briefly sized each other up. And then I burst out laughing. I exclaimed, “I didn’t know the Coke would come with a show! I can’t believe you said all that. You are freaking AWESOME!”
You have to appreciate the poor kid’s situation. He lives in a major tourist spot that is known for sun, sand and serenity. Rather than being able to enjoy it himself on summer break, he has to work at McDonald’s serving tired visitors and crabby tourons. And hungry people. VERY HUNGRY PEOPLE.
No wonder the poor guy blew.
I’m thinking this disgruntled McDonald’s employee will not be able to hold his job for the whole summer. Little does he know, however, that during his time of employment, he brought at least one unsuspecting customer very great pleasure. And if he gets fired, there is always the post office!