One.
I’m having my dose of unhealthy food, trying to enjoy the night time breeze when I suddenly feel a splash of wetness on my face. I look up, it doesn’t seem to be raining. I turn my head around to see one of the crew, walking around, swaying a wash cloth in his hand, enthusiastically blessing us all with the dampness that was once on one of the nearby tables.
Two.
Maybe it was closing time but what is closing time when a store has a big “Open 24 hours” sign right outside. Mr. Splashy starts dragging the tables and chairs around me while I’m still trying to enjoy my meal. Wait it’s not even dragging. It’s pushing the chairs forward AND downward to make sure it makes the sharpest, screechy-est of sounds. Then he nudges the chair next to me over and says “Excuse me” (with feign politeness). I look up at him with a half digested piece of meat and fries in my mouth while asking “What do you want me to do?” and he responds “I want to arrange the table”. I move out of his way. And the dragging continues. He seems to be very skilled at it to. I still can’t understand why he seems to think that pushing down on the tables and chairs while moving it along the floor will the task any easier for him. Same goes for how he finishes each table and chair arrangement by tossing the item up and making sure it lands on the ground with the loudest noise possible.
Okay, maybe McDonald’s was never known for it’s customer service, but seriously, If their hiring people like this, they should at least put collars on them to warn people of their nature. That way, the human beings can control themselves more and keep their anger tolerance above normal so as not to cause unnecessary exhibitions of rage. I would like nothing more than to be able to let out how much i am pissed right now but I’d certainly like to keep believing that I am civilized enough not to engage in a violent exchange with this primitive. Do I sound like i’m about to get my period again?
Uh-oh. Mr. Splashy is back.
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