if the arcs were ONLY an option…

what’s sad was i wasn’t even hungry…

…but i needed to put some cash in the bank to cover the $300 utility bill (welcome to summer in texas!) and the hundred dollar bill i had for some reason wouldn’t read in the atm – so i needed change, and with mcdonald’s across the street i figured a “quick” breakfast couldn’t hurt…who knew i would have to put quick in quotes?

six fucked up things about my mickey d’s breakfast run today…other than the fact i ate mickey d’s breakfast, i mean…

1. no “oops” allowed, apparently – i was gonna just get a sausage biscuit and a coke, but a two dollar order seemed a bit hokey given my reason for being there, so at first i ordered a mcgriddle, but changed to the steak, egg, & cheese bagel – JUST the sandwich, not the meal, and a large coke. that was it, or so i thought, but then…

2. pay the fiddler, part i – she told me my total was $12.48. when i said that made no sense, she read back my order – “a mcgriddle, a steak, egg, & cheese bagel meal, a steak, egg, and cheese bagel JUST the sandwich, and a large coke”. when i pointed out i had said NOT the meal, and said scratch the mcgriddle, she gave me the same look copper & lil’ dude give me when i try and explain why the war is fucked up. it took TWO managers to delete things, have me RE-state my order TWICE, and then i got my real total, which was just under five bucks. i figured the worst was behind me until…

3. pay the fiddler, part ii – i pay with the hundred. surprisingly she didn’t check to see if it was real, but then started yelling “i need tens!!! i need tens!!!” with the same urgency an o.r. nurse would yell, “we need two pints of b-positive…STAT!”. when i peered over the counter i saw twenties in her hand and a shitload of fives in the drawer. when i said, “just give me the twenties and three fives to make the ninety-five dollars” she replied with a rather panicky “NO!!! i NEED tens!!!”. i calmly said, “but TWO fives makes a ten, right?” and got the dog political chat look back again. them, to add insult to injury…

4. ice, ice, baby…no more! – i went to get my drink (the one part of this i thought i could actually control) and they were out of ice. back in line i had to go (no line when i arrived, but one had built up thanks to concsuella the wonder girl), then i got ice, then i got outta dodge before i cussed somebody out, only to discover…

5. maybe i DID want a mcgriddle – i got where i was going and had a bacon, egg, & cheese mcgriddle…my ORIGINAL order that i backtracked over. you would think this goes great with that whole “always go with your first instinct” but not so much – i paid more for the steak bagel, and i really WANTED the steak bagel. too late by the time i discovered, so as i ate my wrong food i pondered…

6. i’ve witnessed this girl’s salad days – just the vacant stare i got from her and the panic over the lack of tens and what have you and i have this strange feeling i have seen the high point on this girls resume – both up till now AND in perpetuity. she couldn’t have been more than seventeen, probably already has a kid, and will, i figure, eventually be a stay at home mom, given her complete lack of mastering the ol’ mickey d’s gig. now, it could be her first day, and i could be overly harsh in my critique here, but it just seems like this could REALLY be “it” for her…sad, really.

fuck it – wish i coulda gone to their competitor: