Thursday, September 13, 2007
trash at mcdonald's
ok. so here. i'm admitting it. i eat at mcdonalds. i've mentioned this before in a previous post. earlier this week we got one of those mcdonald's coupon books which lures me into their death trap fast food box with the $3.49 (hunh! it went up 10 cents since the last coupon book back in march!) mcnuggeRs deal.
but seriously, i don't go there that often. on occasion, while cavin and i are doing one of our regular trips up to philly and we're pressed for time and food, we'll stop at mcDs and grab a quick bite. in fact, the two weeks ago we were driving up to PA was one of those rare times. we went to mcDs to get a big mac (which actually wasn't that great - i kept thinking about how "light" the burger felt in my hands, as if i was eating air). part of it was because we had recently been to in-and-out out on the west coast and i wanted to compare their double double animal style to the classic big mac. (i also recently had a five guys burger and i think i favor the five guys over in-and-out, which obviously wins hands down over mcdonalds - duh.)
but today, since having the coupon book, cavin decided to meet me at the recently refurbished mcDs at union station, where we could take advantage of the 99 cent mcmuffin (any kind) sandwich coupon. here's where it turned downhill.
cavin, being the smart man that he is, suggested that we only get one sandwich and split it (of course getting hashbrowns also) - i'm fine with that. except, when i go up to the non-english speaking cashier, he doesn't want me to tell him my order (aka speak english), he wants me to tell him a numero. well, i don't want a meal, i just want the sandwich, and finally his supervisor comes over and punches it in for him, utilizing the $.99 coupon i've handed her. though, her mentee is not the only one lacking english skills, so when she says, "$4.38", i'm left wondering how a $.99 sandwich and two hashbrowns adds up to over $4, and i'm doubting my price-is-right skillz on pricing hashbrowns.
i finally see the receipt, and i see that we some how ended up ordering two mcmuffins, one being at $2.19. this is bullshit, but cavin convinces me that the $2 isn't worth it. ok. i'm fine with that.
now we're looking for a place to sit. i have one requirement - i don't want to sit next to the bathrooms. fine. we walk over to the other side, and there is a free 4-seater against the wall, with benched seating on one side, and two seats bolted in on the other side. next to the table we picked is another 4 seater, and a probably late 30s black woman, zoned in on txt messaging...who the hell cares. she's got this huge backpack in the space where someone (cavin) would need to squeeze into the benched seating. he literally has to climb over her bag, all the while, she's not looking up, but is most probably aware of what is going on, yet has no reaction.
our table has been littered with crumbs from some slob before us, so i take my napkin, and not purposely doing anything to distract this lady from her most important text messaging, and brush off the crumbs onto the floor, which have inadvertantly hit her foot or some part of her body. but why do i care? if she had shown the least bit of courtesy and moved her bag and her body over a few spare inches, this could have been avoided.
well, of course, she didn't "notice" when cavin was climbing over her bag to get into the benched seat, but she does "notice" when the crumbs accidentally hit her leg (or whatever), to which she then, looks at me and says in a disgusted tone, "please DON'T brush your crumbs on ME!" her response has illicited my don't-fucking-mess-with-me tone as i bite back, "well, if you had moved your fucking bag and moved over so that he could have gotten in the seat then we wouldn't have this problem!"
of course, now, at this point, she's not having any of my attitude, as i'm not having any of hers. she's calling me an asshole and a bitch and i'm saying the same things right back. cavin sticks up for me and tells the lady not to tell me to shut the hell up and now she's yelling at him. i'm finally like, "whatever. it's not worth it" while she's still muttering "asshole" under her breath. she finally shuts the hell up and we're eating (both a sandwich and hashbrown each!) as pleasantly as possible while she's still totally immersed in her oh-so-important txt messaging.
after we were done eating and chatting (~15 minutes), right before we get up to leave some other flake sits down next to her, he obviously knowing her. i get up to leave, look at her, roll my eyes, while kevin re-climbs over her bag to get out of the benched seat. as we walk away, i know that she's telling her flake friend about how i'm the asshole. whatever. she's lucky that i was on my way back to work.
of course, cavin was right. we should have only gotten one sandwich to split and i should have just given the other away or something. so when i got back to work, i started having chest pains and i was still a little livid from the encounter of the rude kind at mcd.
mcdonald's is so not worth it, but i just can't get over the stinkin' chicken nuggets and french fries. maybe i'll learn my lesson soon.
happy freaking birthday, eh?
but seriously, i don't go there that often. on occasion, while cavin and i are doing one of our regular trips up to philly and we're pressed for time and food, we'll stop at mcDs and grab a quick bite. in fact, the two weeks ago we were driving up to PA was one of those rare times. we went to mcDs to get a big mac (which actually wasn't that great - i kept thinking about how "light" the burger felt in my hands, as if i was eating air). part of it was because we had recently been to in-and-out out on the west coast and i wanted to compare their double double animal style to the classic big mac. (i also recently had a five guys burger and i think i favor the five guys over in-and-out, which obviously wins hands down over mcdonalds - duh.)
but today, since having the coupon book, cavin decided to meet me at the recently refurbished mcDs at union station, where we could take advantage of the 99 cent mcmuffin (any kind) sandwich coupon. here's where it turned downhill.
cavin, being the smart man that he is, suggested that we only get one sandwich and split it (of course getting hashbrowns also) - i'm fine with that. except, when i go up to the non-english speaking cashier, he doesn't want me to tell him my order (aka speak english), he wants me to tell him a numero. well, i don't want a meal, i just want the sandwich, and finally his supervisor comes over and punches it in for him, utilizing the $.99 coupon i've handed her. though, her mentee is not the only one lacking english skills, so when she says, "$4.38", i'm left wondering how a $.99 sandwich and two hashbrowns adds up to over $4, and i'm doubting my price-is-right skillz on pricing hashbrowns.
i finally see the receipt, and i see that we some how ended up ordering two mcmuffins, one being at $2.19. this is bullshit, but cavin convinces me that the $2 isn't worth it. ok. i'm fine with that.
now we're looking for a place to sit. i have one requirement - i don't want to sit next to the bathrooms. fine. we walk over to the other side, and there is a free 4-seater against the wall, with benched seating on one side, and two seats bolted in on the other side. next to the table we picked is another 4 seater, and a probably late 30s black woman, zoned in on txt messaging...who the hell cares. she's got this huge backpack in the space where someone (cavin) would need to squeeze into the benched seating. he literally has to climb over her bag, all the while, she's not looking up, but is most probably aware of what is going on, yet has no reaction.
our table has been littered with crumbs from some slob before us, so i take my napkin, and not purposely doing anything to distract this lady from her most important text messaging, and brush off the crumbs onto the floor, which have inadvertantly hit her foot or some part of her body. but why do i care? if she had shown the least bit of courtesy and moved her bag and her body over a few spare inches, this could have been avoided.
well, of course, she didn't "notice" when cavin was climbing over her bag to get into the benched seat, but she does "notice" when the crumbs accidentally hit her leg (or whatever), to which she then, looks at me and says in a disgusted tone, "please DON'T brush your crumbs on ME!" her response has illicited my don't-fucking-mess-with-me tone as i bite back, "well, if you had moved your fucking bag and moved over so that he could have gotten in the seat then we wouldn't have this problem!"
of course, now, at this point, she's not having any of my attitude, as i'm not having any of hers. she's calling me an asshole and a bitch and i'm saying the same things right back. cavin sticks up for me and tells the lady not to tell me to shut the hell up and now she's yelling at him. i'm finally like, "whatever. it's not worth it" while she's still muttering "asshole" under her breath. she finally shuts the hell up and we're eating (both a sandwich and hashbrown each!) as pleasantly as possible while she's still totally immersed in her oh-so-important txt messaging.
after we were done eating and chatting (~15 minutes), right before we get up to leave some other flake sits down next to her, he obviously knowing her. i get up to leave, look at her, roll my eyes, while kevin re-climbs over her bag to get out of the benched seat. as we walk away, i know that she's telling her flake friend about how i'm the asshole. whatever. she's lucky that i was on my way back to work.
of course, cavin was right. we should have only gotten one sandwich to split and i should have just given the other away or something. so when i got back to work, i started having chest pains and i was still a little livid from the encounter of the rude kind at mcd.
mcdonald's is so not worth it, but i just can't get over the stinkin' chicken nuggets and french fries. maybe i'll learn my lesson soon.
happy freaking birthday, eh?
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1 Comments:
Chris Walker said...
Thank you for reminding me why I don't eat fast food and don't go into fast food places.