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Welcome to McDonalds. I’m an idiot. How can I help you?

November 16, 2006

I did something yesterday I NEVER do. In a week where I’ve been skipping lunch (and brekkie!) coz I’ve been soooo busy, I decided to grab some Maccas on the way home from a studio gig.

Now, I don’t go to the ‘Golden Arches’ often – and thus, I’m not aware of the approximately 5000 ways one may upsize, sidesize or otherwise a meal. Here’s what happened at the drive-thru.

Girl-who-never-paid-attention-at-school : Welcome to McDonalds. How can I help you?

Kez (me, this guy here) : Can I grab a Big Mac meal please?

Girl-who’s-parents-I’m-sure-are-proud : Sure. What size? Small, Medium or Large?

(Now, I DO know that burgers come in ONE size, and fries come in TWO sizes. So is she really asking me what size drink I want? Thus, I asked the following…)

Kez (now rueing the decision to eat this crap) : What changes?

Girl-whos-hoping-to-be-promoted-to-fries-chef : The Price.

Gee, ya don’t say. I bet every time your parents look at you, they cry a little inside and wish they’d blown the $20k per year at the casino rather than sending you to that ritzy private school.

Reminds me of when I got a 30 cm long hair in a Hungry Jacks burger. I actually rang them not to complain, but to let them know – so that they might DO something about it in future.

Chick-who-answered-phone-at Hungry-Jacks-Mona-Vale : Hello?

Guy (me) -who’s-now-no-longer-hungry : Hi. Can I speak to the manager please?

Newly-self-appointed-manager : That’s me.

Me : Hi. I was just there, and bought a couple of burgers at your drive thru. Ask me how I know you have a cook there with long blonde hair.

Girl-who-can’t-see-where-this-is-going : Er, I dunno. How?

Me : I know, because I just pulled a 30 centermetre long hair out of my Whopper. I’m not kidding. I’m not trying to kick up a stink or anything, but really – you should take a bit more care, ok?

Girl-who-thinks-big-brother-is-a-serious-documentary : (Laughs)

Me : No – look – I’m not joking. I know you’d expect me to be yelling at you, but really, I’ve got bigger issues to think about in my day. i just was so grossed out by this I thought I’d call you and tell you to make sure your staff takes a bit more care.

Girl : (Laughs more) Oh, OK. Do you want a couple of replacement burgers?
Me-wondering-why-I-bothered : (sigh) Are you kidding me??!?!? No. Thank you. That’s all – bye.

I was feeling my IQ drop every second I was on the phone to her. Argh. And Erika was there too – so I have proof this REALLY happened!