"What is this shit?", I thought,
I must have spent ten minutes there at that point
They say a room full of monkeys, given an infinite amount of time will eventually type out the complete works of William Shakespeare, but if you replace the monkeys with a room full of teenager with varying degrees of Dawn syndrome, and you replace the complete works of Shakespeare with my god damn order, you can see nugget of wisdom shot to shit.
Fifteen minutes gone by now, and I can see the second window now, it's within reach. I can see thee the chubby little minimum wage making girl sticking her arms out to hand the guy in front of me his order, and I see him start to drive away.
He tried to stop short, obviously realizing at that moment that there's no way that a little retarded girl could possibly get his order right, he probably would have been able to back up to the window again in time, but I already saw what was going on and pulled up too quickly .
"Is he alright?" the young girl asked me in that innocent voice that only a tard could pull off,
"He's fine," I snapped,"Where's my order?" I asked in a tone usually reserved for a dog.
The young girl smiled for a second, and took what I can only assume was a crap in her pants, then scampered off to grab my order.
"Here ya go" screamed Stacy (or so her nametag said in crayon) as she threw a bag in my car with a handfull of napkins and placed the soda in my hand.
"Why thank you Stacy," I said giving her a little scratch behind the ears to the delight of her shaking foot.
I almost drove away, but I remembered to check into the bag before skidding away.
"YOU FUCKIN RETARD" I screamed, throwing a happymeal dead center at her face, "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?, BAD"
she must have realized she had done wrong, and dragged away slowly , coming back with her head down.
"Thank you Stacy," I said as condescendingly as possible while taking the new bag.
She went to close the window and walk away
"NO, WAIT, STAY, SIT.... .Ok, STAND BACK UP,S TAY"
I ruffled through the new bag , stopping quickly at the orange paper wrapped sandwich,
Seconds later I was crawling into the drivethru window, already slapping Stacy sideways with a McFish sandwich. Within moments I had her on her back with my knee across her neck slapping her back and forth with the sandwich, accentuating every no with a loud sharp, "BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD"
The mongloid manager began to run towards me, mop in hand
"you stop," I said to him firmly, causing him to stop shortly, drop his mop and once again take what I can only assume to be a crap in his pants.
I felt I had made my point clearly enough, grabbed a few sandwiches out of the hotplate and a couple handfuls of fries, threw them all in a bag, and crawled back out the drive through window and into my car to a standing ovation.
I must have spent ten minutes there at that point
They say a room full of monkeys, given an infinite amount of time will eventually type out the complete works of William Shakespeare, but if you replace the monkeys with a room full of teenager with varying degrees of Dawn syndrome, and you replace the complete works of Shakespeare with my god damn order, you can see nugget of wisdom shot to shit.
Fifteen minutes gone by now, and I can see the second window now, it's within reach. I can see thee the chubby little minimum wage making girl sticking her arms out to hand the guy in front of me his order, and I see him start to drive away.
He tried to stop short, obviously realizing at that moment that there's no way that a little retarded girl could possibly get his order right, he probably would have been able to back up to the window again in time, but I already saw what was going on and pulled up too quickly .
"Is he alright?" the young girl asked me in that innocent voice that only a tard could pull off,
"He's fine," I snapped,"Where's my order?" I asked in a tone usually reserved for a dog.
The young girl smiled for a second, and took what I can only assume was a crap in her pants, then scampered off to grab my order.
"Here ya go" screamed Stacy (or so her nametag said in crayon) as she threw a bag in my car with a handfull of napkins and placed the soda in my hand.
"Why thank you Stacy," I said giving her a little scratch behind the ears to the delight of her shaking foot.
I almost drove away, but I remembered to check into the bag before skidding away.
"YOU FUCKIN RETARD" I screamed, throwing a happymeal dead center at her face, "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?, BAD"
she must have realized she had done wrong, and dragged away slowly , coming back with her head down.
"Thank you Stacy," I said as condescendingly as possible while taking the new bag.
She went to close the window and walk away
"NO, WAIT, STAY, SIT.... .Ok, STAND BACK UP,S TAY"
I ruffled through the new bag , stopping quickly at the orange paper wrapped sandwich,
Seconds later I was crawling into the drivethru window, already slapping Stacy sideways with a McFish sandwich. Within moments I had her on her back with my knee across her neck slapping her back and forth with the sandwich, accentuating every no with a loud sharp, "BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD"
The mongloid manager began to run towards me, mop in hand
"you stop," I said to him firmly, causing him to stop shortly, drop his mop and once again take what I can only assume to be a crap in his pants.
I felt I had made my point clearly enough, grabbed a few sandwiches out of the hotplate and a couple handfuls of fries, threw them all in a bag, and crawled back out the drive through window and into my car to a standing ovation.
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