Why is it that when you say I Love You to me on the phone I can’t say I Love You back?

Fuck McDonald’s in the Ass!!

So I’m at Micky Dees right, I drive up to the speaker and wait for the guy. It takes him eons to start with the conversation as if he was mustering up some courage or something. Anyway he crackles through saying “Welcome to McDonald’s, would you like to try one of our new Angus something something and I’m like “no thanks I’ll just have HOT caramel mocha, whole milk, NO whipped cream.” He punches my order in and says something about if the order on your screen is correct, your total should be… bla bla bla

I drive up to pay.

I drive over to pick up and this chick is standing there having an obese conversation with someone else who works there so I wait. She starts making my drink. I notice her stirring something in a clear cup which is clearly the cup for something ICED. I shake my head. She pulls the WHIPPED CREAM and starts topping my COLD (supposed to be HOT) drink and drizzles it with some thick ugly sauce. She walks up to the window and I’m like “uh, I didn’t order that, it specifically says NO WHIPPED CREAM and why is it iced? “

She looks at me like she’s deaf… or Russian…

So I threw the cup at her and drove away…

Just kidding. 

I did in my mind though.

I Hate McDonald’s!!!

(Source: traindoodles)