McDonalds Havoc & More Chaos
Oh how I love weekends! For once in my life, I didn’t stay home throughout the weekend moping and contemplating suicide near my computer. I kid I kid! This weekend involved “quality” (and I say that with quotation marks because shouldn’t every minute be considered quality time with the one and only? *awww* ) time with my loved one. It feels great to just get away, even if it is just downtown or home or anywhere away from stress for that matter. We ended up going to see Funny People on Friday. It was 2.5 hours long… Errr, is this a Lord of the Rings trilogy? It was good, somewhat depressing in most aspects but still inappropriately funny in others. I’ll give it a 3.5 out of 5 stars. So if you want to spend 2.5 of your life doing anything but picking your nose, go see it.
Saturday rolls around which means going downtown because it’s gorgeous outside! The hubby (shall we make a nickname for him? Suggestions welcome!) and I then decided to walk around downtown, and then ended up playing pool in this huge pool hall afterwards. We contemplated going to see a psychic (okay okay, I contemplated it) but never ended up going. Don’t know why really lol. Then walked around some more around to a few interesting shops and finally hit up a tattoo parlour. I’ve been itching to get another tattoo since I got my first one (err… 3 years ago) and kind of have an urge to get one now. So we browsed around but obviously didn’t decide to take a plunge for anything just yet 
We usually drive past a McDonald’s when going home and inevitably got the munchies. Now listen here, by pick something up I don’t mean 2 Supersized Big Mac combos (oh if life was like that…) I mean 2 chicken snack wraps and coffee. That’s how badass we are. And this is where it all went downhill. We order. We drive towards the second window. It’s blocked by a car getting food. The car sits there for 10 minutes. I start honking (keep in mind, I’m not driving… Which makes this story even more amusing). Then I see a burger exchange happening between the window and the car. I’m thinking WTF can I get the food already? Another minute or two passes and the car finally moves to a nearby parking spot. We FINALLY get our food and decide to park as well…. one parking spot AWAY from the other car. As we “assess” our food, we realize the coffee we ordered is ridiculously cold. This is when I get enraged (fast food isn’t rocket science, people) and decide to go inside the “establishment” and complain the hell out of this mishap tell them my dilema. Now keep in mind, that I do not usually do this. Not even in restaurants. If something comes out bad or not up-to-par I don’t really mind because I don’t like to give people a hard time. However, when it comes to fast-food restaurants I guess I am pickier and slightly bitchier since they aren’t waitresses trying to support themselves or full-time cooks. Anyway, long story short (and I’ve used enough parenthesis too for now) I complain because this chick with the worst attitude gave me COLD coffee. Listen here kiddos, if you give me cold coffee.. I will fuck your shit up. I refuse to censor that sentence because I turn crazy if you dont get my coffee right lol. I tell them my story and before I even demand my refund (what? You didn’t think I’d PAY for that coffee now did you?) the manager comes up to me and apologizes for the mistake and gives me a full refund while brewing new coffee. THAT IS HOW IT’S DONE!
If you ever have a problem with a fast food restaurant, let them know. I don’t mean be blatantly rude, because trust me I held my attitude while still being stern. But don’t settle for anything less. Like I said, it’s not rocket science… the least they can do is get your order right. Now what you’re being served and the quality of that is a completely different topic for another time.
Do you have any crazy fast-food stories ? Anything that jumps out at you through your memories ? I’m dying to know 
