Thursday, August 11, 2011

I Am Sick And Meeply Tired Of....



I am sick and tired of being told at the drive through  at  so....called 'fast food' places what to do.

I am sick and tired of being told to have my damn money ready before I meeply get to the meeply window!

Why?    

  I am sick and tired of hurrying to get my money ready in an attempt to please you.   

WHY? 

 Because I am sick and tired of handing over  my money and being held meeply captive in a meeply line of meeply cars that are spewing all meeply kinds of meeply toxins into the air that I am now forced to breath. 

WHY?  


Because I am sick and tired of seeing signs that tell me to stay  off my meeply cell phone while at the window, etc.  

WHY?  

Because I am sick and tired of waiting at the window, being obediently  silent when I hear you say...Do you want fries with that?   When I answer,  you continue jabbering. Then it dawns on me!  Your not speaking to me. You are speaking to the person  26 meeply cars behind me!   I could  have been on my meeply cell phone taking care of my business.    After all... you... don't... really give a good shit about my meeply needs.  Once you have my meeply money, you have me.  I can't escape.    And if that weren't enough, you continue to abuse my good nature by handing me a drink that is dripping with a loose lid.   Then after burning nearly a quarter tank of gas waiting for your slow, meeply ass to fill my order,  you ask me to pull forward....asking me to wait god knows how long for something that is supposed to be FAST MEEPLY FOOD!      And folks, here's the MEEPLY kicker.

(Being the trusting fool that I am,  I get my food without checking the contents of the bag.   You could have given me a DAM DOG TURD and I wouldn't have realized it til I got home and opened the meeply bag.)   


After  obeying all of your meeply requests... to refrain from using my meeply cell phone,  to promply have my meeply money ready for your greedy hands,  to pull forward so others can pass.   And after hanging up my phone, spilling the contents of my purse while trying to rush to have my money in hand for you to greedily grab,  feeling like an idiot for answering you when you weren't even speaking to me,   pulling forward so others may get their meals without delay, handing me a dripping cup of soda with a loose lid, leaving me holding the damn cup out the car window while you abruptly walk away.  And finally after all of this,   you hand me the wrong order and tell me to come back soon. 

Luckily though,  this time you didn't give me the turd.   But you also didn't give me what the hell I ordered and you even... had the meeply  nerve to give me something of a lesser value.    And if that  was not enough, you didn't even put a napkin or utensil in the damn bag.  


Well,  here are my...  new rules

1.  I will not be held hostage in line and I will get my money out   
     when the car in front of me gets their  order and pulls away.  If    
     my food is not ready, I can leave.




2.  I will continue my cell phone conversation; after all, you 
       continue to chatter on... taking orders when I am at the window.

       
3.  I will gladly wait right where I am until you fill my order.

4.  I will not accept a dripping cup from you and will leave you with 
     your hand hanging in the air,  

5.  I will taste my drink to see if it is the one I ordered and I will 
     pull  out all items from the bag open them and inspect to see if  
     my  order is correct.  And re wrap and ask you for napkins, 
     utensils or any other items I feel should have been included in the
     order
   

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