Walked into one of the world’s far too numerous McShits today. (100 Mile House is in line for its first.) Ordered. To go. Waited. While I was waiting I looked around and wondered if maybe I am the last non-junkie left on Earth.
I did not have to wait long. A worker threw my food onto the counter causing the fries to spill all over the plastic tray they were on and immediately turned tail. The gesture was pretty easy to interpret: find a different McShit next time you old cunt.
I took the food outside to my car tray and all. I have taken the tray hostage until my precious feelings heal.
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