It would seem that everything funny happens at McDonalds.
I went there to pick up lunch because, well, I'm hungry and I'm gonna die one day anyways, so I might as well enjoy myself while I'm here.
Ordering was smooth and fast today and hooray, there's my order. Even though it's only 2 things, I check the bag to make sure it's correct. My fries don't look so good. So I eat one. Confirmation. My fries are NOT so good. For $1.89 and my health, I'll take fresh fries please, Alex.
So I sashayed right back up to the counter with those things they were trying to pass off as fries and said that I wanted new ones. The girl at the counter (who I see nearly every time I come in there) informed me that all the fries looked like that today. Well, fine, but you're at least going to give me some hot ones. I'll wait. I can see the fryer from here and I know they're almost done.
While I am waiting for new fries, up comes a lady to the front with her fries. Apparently, I am not alone. Following her was a guy with two orders of fries. I didn't make a big stink, just asked for my fries to be replaced. And while the other lady didn't make a big stink at the counter, her commentary walking away was priceless.
"Ya'll need to change the motherfucking oil or something. This is MAC-DONALDS!"
Hahahaha, so this is who sets the quality standards for her food? I shouldn't laugh. That's actually a very sad statement.