Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Still Pissing Me Off

So yesterday I went to Horton's for my delicious medium coffee, but today I made the signal at Harlem and Clinton, so i went to McDonalds to try things out again with the cafe ole. Please! I pull up and order my choice very clearly.

"Can I have a medium coffee with two creams, and can you mix it?"

"1.25 please drive around"

Blah blah blah, drive drive drive. I pull up to the 2nd window just as I see the worker putting sugar in a cup, then putting two creams in, then hear her yelling to someone "the creamer machine is broken." She then fills the cup with coffee, lids it and hands it to me.

Me: "Did you put sugar in that?"

Her: "Yes."

Me: "Oh, I just wanted two creams."

Her: No response, just this evil looking glare and big ass grunt. Them: "Ashley, she didn't want sugar in this!" to the woman who took the order.

Me: "Dude, WTF, how effin hard is this???" (In my head of course)

So she goes to fill up my new cup, and she's trying to rush (cause there was no one behind me) so she's all breaking the creamers open and cream is flying everywhere. All on the counter, all on my cup, all on her hands. I'm beginning to get the feeling that the McDonald's staff do NOT like the idea of preparing people's coffee. I finally got the coffee, cream dripping off the cup of course, and drove off.

A side note to this story, the man in front of me got coffee too and his was handed to him with the creamer on top of it, much like mine from last week. I think they need to re-evaluate this whole coffee mixing sign campaign, it's obvious that the staff are revolting!

In other news, the saying of the day is "It's my hot body, I'll do what I wanna do." You can say it about anything really, it doesn't just have to be if someone warns you that McDonald's hash browns are bad for you. They could be telling you to get a report in on time. Just say "it's my hot body, I'll do what I wanna do!"

Amazing Race is on tonight and the Linz Family is still going strong, thank god, because I have a feeling that I will soon be out of the Survivor Pool which I organized at work. Imagine the injustice - I organize the thing and I think I'm going to be the first one knocked out. Too bad there isn't a fee I could skim off the top. Next year I'm going to charge $5.50, with 50 cents as the administrative fee!!! After all, it's my hot body, I can do what I wanna do!

See how easy that was??????