I'm Lovin It

I don’t know if I’m just in the right spot when crazy things go down or maybe I’m always just paying attention and looking for wild stuff (so I can write about it later). Today while going through some pictures, I was reminded of this bizarre experience I had at a McDonalds.

A few months back I went to this McDonalds in a semi sketch area. It was one of the smallest McDonalds I had been to in my life. When we get in the spot we notice that they are attempting to shut down for the night. Kind of threw us off because the sign on the door said that they closed at 9pm and it was only 7:30, but whatever I suppose. Girl behind the counter is wearing a t-shirt (with no McDonalds logo) and a pair of jeans. Threw me off a little bit because I didn’t know that McDonalds had plain clothed employees. Perhaps she was undercover.

I proceed to order first. Everything seems cool after the second guy I’m with orders too. Well, this is until she starts telling us that they don’t have certain things anymore. Like, they are out of fries and you can only order certain types of burgers, there are no more Mc Nuggets and so on (I guess that’s why they were shutting down early). So the dude in the back that’s making up the orders yelled out to the girl to come to the back. They begin to argue. We can’t quite make out everything they are saying, but he’s pretty upset and said over and over, “you don’t listen.”

Dude finally walks to the front of the store. “Who ordered the quarter pounder with cheese?” My man who ordered after me, replied with, “I did.”

The guy begins to explain how they don’t have any more quarter pounder meat. Well, they do have quarter pounder meat but he doesn’t want to fire the grill back up and that takes a lot of effort, especially because he had just cleaned it he goes on to explain. Then he goes on with, “you can order like a fish sandwich or something.” Yeah, nothing about this spot said that you wanted to order the fish sandwich at all! So, my man said, “I don’t really want to do that.”

There’s a moment of silence. Then the dude said, “I have some regular meat that’s cooked up. I figure I put like three or four patties of those on there and that has got to equal like a quarter pounder.”

There is another pause. My man being ridiculous said, “then do it.”

This is what happens when you order food at a sketchy McDonalds. He put four between those two pieces of bread. He had to put it in a double quarter box.