A Mcdonalds Moment
"I'll have a number six meal with a coke to go please."
"What will you have to drink with that?" McDonalds asked me.
"A coke," I repeated, "to go please."
"Will that be to stay or to go?" asked the inattentive employee.
"To go," I said gritting my teeth.
Every time at McDonalds it's the same old thing.
The next time I get hungry, I'm going to Burger King.
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