Could I get a # 10?

OK, tonights stories pretty much suck because I don't feel like writing, but I have nothing else to do so here they are as I remember them.


So, I was at the local McDonalds this weekend and I noticed something that has always bugged me. By local, I mean, a McDonald's in West Lafayette. Anyway, I was waiting in line and I heard a kid say, "Could I get a # 10?" What I was thinking was, "Man, what a fucktard." Of course I didn't say anything though because I was thinking of how much it bugs me that people ask for their food.

Some day when I'm working at McDonald's or w/e fast food restaurant I have to work at to support my habits I'm going to unload on an unsuspecting customer when they say "Could I get a # 10." I will cut them off as soon as they say the phrase in question and yell, "No, mother fucker, you can't have a soda-fucking-pop. That's what you get for asking permission fucktard." Then I will walk out in anger forgetting temporarily that I needed that job for money.

Honestly people, you don't have to ask for your food. If you have money, the teenager behind the counter, working for his drug money is your little bitch. Walk in their slap the ho in tha face and say "make me a sandwhich, woman" Even if it's a guy behind the counter.