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McDonald’s: A twilight (zone) experience
July 4, 2007
We pulled up to the drive-thru at 3:00am. Derrick ordered something with meat, and I got a sweet tea which I can only enjoy if I add 24 more packs of sugar. So I ordered extra sugar.
We pulled up to the first window. The girl had a brown, frizzy, curly ponytail and pocked skin. She was hanging half way out of the building, and stared at Derrick for a good, seriously, 12 seconds before reaching out to take his money. She then began a discussion, which consisted of unrelated McDonald’s happenings such as, “We got slammed! Fifty-one people!” and “I have a huge stack of receipts here. Look! Look at all these receipts!”
When she finally turned away, I casually turned to Derrick and asked, “Who was that?” The McDonald’s was located near where we live, and I figured he was friends with the blathering girl. He smirked and, out of the corner of his mouth, said, “I don’t know,” and I tried to comprehend what all of her ramblings were about. She gave us our change. Next window.
A younger black guy reached across with two drinks. The first, Derrick grabbed from the top. It buckled in his grip and almost fell. The guy smiled and said, “They’re new lids.” As he stood there with our second drink, he closed the window against his hand, without moving away, and the cup flattened in his grip, spewing blue Powerade down the outside wall of the building. He turned back inside.
“What’s going on?”
I looked at Derrick. His eyes were tearing as he tried to suppress laughter. “I just want to get my food and go.”
As he responded, the man exploded through the window again. “You should’ve all seen this brawl here earlier! Dude got out of the truck, walked to the car in front of him, and punched his girlfriend IN THE FACE.”
What were they doing in separate cars? I’ll never know.
He handed us an non-smashed drink and said goodnight. Derrick mentioned that we had no food. The guy looked at him and asked, “You want some more food? We got tons of shit back here. You want it?”
I couldn’t see his face, but I’m sure Derrick was trying to process the circumstances, as I was, and when we were handed a twelve-pound bag of food, we said thanks and screeched away, quickly, unsure of what to make of it all.
Derrick no longer had an appetite. I looked in the bag. A thousand cheeseburgers. No sugar.
Categories: Daily
July 4th, 2007 at 10:32 pm
Hilarious!
But really, that’s what you get for going to McDonald’s at 3:00am.:)