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Posts tagged mcdonalds
Some people!
Feb 17th
There appeared to be some sort of business meeting this morning at my local McDonalds. Five men and one woman who – as I walked by to the bathroom – was telling the men how hard it was for her to get to 7:45 meetings and pointed to the child sitting next to her.
My thought? Way to be professional and whine about your kid. IN FRONT of your kid. That’s a great way to advance women being taken seriously in business.
Cut to a little while later, SmallChild and I were alone in the playland and this woman popped her head in and asked me if I had planned on being there for a while. Yeah. Could I keep an eye on her kid? Sure. Off she went. SmallChild was happy she finally had someone to play with.
So maybe 15 minutes later this woman comes in to get her kid, bustles her into her shoes and coat and leaves out the side door without a word.
Whatever happened to Thank You?
It’s not like I did anything. BUT, had some rotten kid came in and hassled the girls I was prepared to defend them both. If/when the bad man tried to steal her kid, I would have stepped up to stop him. I mean, I accepted responsibility for her kid and she can’t say thank you?
Frakking bright-gold-jewelry-wearing, too-long-fingernailed, teased-haired, makeup-layered, drenched-in-perfume inconsiderate selfish cow.
I should sue
Jul 16th
I love McDonalds’ hot apple pies. I know they’re not really apple pies, but two for $1? You can’t beat that. Well not anymore.
Kira and I ran up to McDonalds (indoor play area, duh) for dinner last night. I had a chicken Caesar salad and while I was picking out the teeny tomatoes (shut up, tomatoes are gross) Kira said “I like those!”
There was an entire conversation where she wouldn’t say tomato, she called them potatoes. So I fumbled with my mobile to try and recreate it. I should know better, right? You just can’t recreate funny childhood moments.
The important part of the video is the last couple of seconds. That’s when Kira’s chewing away at her half of my apple pie and comes upon the surprise ingredient. A long blond hair. She just kept pulling and pulling, it must have been eight inches long.
GROSS!
I should sue. Not the local store, as these things are pre-packaged elsewhere. Do I sue corporate? The kid got over it pretty quick, but their hot apple pies are ruined for me forever! Pain and suffering, PAIN AND SUFFERING!
