they always use the same rehearsed line they never change the same old script with their red visors and plastic grins i wonder if they ever thought about being more what plans did they have for their future? and when they're typing in my orders retrieving cash from the same register theyve used for ten years with little pictures of their family attached and hearts and trinkets that remind them everything hasnt gone so sour that someday they could be the person waiting on the other end listening to the same rehearsed line welcome to mcdonalds, may i take your order? yes, id like a sprite and a farewell ive moved on from flipping-burgers-and-handing-out paper-bagged-happy-meals-only-to-find-that-the-same bitchy-lady-comes-back-and-tells-me-i-forgot-the- ketchup... my tip is to move on as she snatches the sprite and leaves her worn visor on the ground...a cry of freedom spreads like rapid fire from her mouth mcdonalds SUCKS!
Reason for writing:
HAHA PRETTY BAD BUT OHH WELL
Birth sign: Virgo
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