Seems after Halloween the Christmas stuff goes up around our town
Not sure what happened to Thanksgiving....
anyway
Tis the season
I have a habit of observing
then
jotting down the events as recalled
Went to town
Stopped at McDonalds
Walked in (drive thru was jammed)
Ordered a McCoffee
Stood back in order purgatory away from the ever growing line of pseudo-beefcravers
Frantic place
Pre diabetic saccharinated preschoolers zipping from the play room to the McToilet and back.
Young McMuthers, with old eyes, trying to keep track, chasing with sanitized wipes.
The McManager is a tad over the top.
Too happy
Worn out smile
No longer actually sees individuals, just the herd.
He’ll prolly go home a couple hours after his shift, trudge up the stairs to his apartment, throw his bills on the kitchen table, sit, open his McBrick burger with stale fries, and stare....at his gun.
The trainee is doing her best to remain in the flow, the running of the McBulls.
The old hand, been there forever (two months), instinctively stabs at a handful of tiny Heinz ketchup packets for the lacking customer in the emergency queue.
An old man, squinting at the menu board, trying to decide on which delicacy would be optimal in regard to his budget and digestive tract while the assistant manager idles in high gear, eyes darting.
Good coffee
No need for a refill
Made my way to the Ronald McDonald house of poop.
Left a rather significant obstacle in McStall number 2....fitting.
Noticed the auto flush was still struggling with it as I administered a papal blessing to the McAuto faucet.
My work is done here.
Outside, three McTrainees are by the dumpster, huffing down cigarettes, texting, eyeballing the time.
I am happy
For McRetirement
Not sure what happened to Thanksgiving....
anyway
Tis the season
I have a habit of observing
then
jotting down the events as recalled
Went to town
Stopped at McDonalds
Walked in (drive thru was jammed)
Ordered a McCoffee
Stood back in order purgatory away from the ever growing line of pseudo-beefcravers
Frantic place
Pre diabetic saccharinated preschoolers zipping from the play room to the McToilet and back.
Young McMuthers, with old eyes, trying to keep track, chasing with sanitized wipes.
The McManager is a tad over the top.
Too happy
Worn out smile
No longer actually sees individuals, just the herd.
He’ll prolly go home a couple hours after his shift, trudge up the stairs to his apartment, throw his bills on the kitchen table, sit, open his McBrick burger with stale fries, and stare....at his gun.
The trainee is doing her best to remain in the flow, the running of the McBulls.
The old hand, been there forever (two months), instinctively stabs at a handful of tiny Heinz ketchup packets for the lacking customer in the emergency queue.
An old man, squinting at the menu board, trying to decide on which delicacy would be optimal in regard to his budget and digestive tract while the assistant manager idles in high gear, eyes darting.
Good coffee
No need for a refill
Made my way to the Ronald McDonald house of poop.
Left a rather significant obstacle in McStall number 2....fitting.
Noticed the auto flush was still struggling with it as I administered a papal blessing to the McAuto faucet.
My work is done here.
Outside, three McTrainees are by the dumpster, huffing down cigarettes, texting, eyeballing the time.
I am happy
For McRetirement
