Just when my stomach was already growling from hunger, my perspiration starting to soak my shirt, my left shoulder numbed from carrying my crumpler with the MB in it and when I am about to throw away my shoes since my soles were getting hotter and hotter, my Big Mac was given to drive-through customers , two in a row, while I was made to wait for almost thirty minutes. That branch of McDonald’s near my place sucks big time!
I was power-dressed, so I thought I should use that ‘power’. I went to the cashier counters and just shouted at anybody who can hear (well, almost all of them, including the manager who panicked) me.
“WHERE IS MY BIG MAC??!!! I WAS WAITING FOR 30 MINUTES ALREADY, I ALREADY FINISHED MY FRIES AND I AM ALMOST DONE WITH MY SOFTDRINK…WHERE THE HELL IS MY BIG MAC?!”
Those are exact words by the way.
When they finally prepared my burger and delivered it to me, it was in a take-out plastic bag. OMFG! The crew who delivered it got another angry shout from me.
Well…it was a night. I would probably not eat there for a few days.