My Slogan for McDonalds?
Ba-da-da-da-daaa…. I’m hating it.
I hate McDonalds. They make gross food. Even the stuff they are trying to pimp out as healthy and delicious is just disgusting. *ugh*
They make me feel ripped off. You pay $5.00 for a pasty, thin poor excuse for a hamburger patty. A hamburger patty that looks like it has been attacked by a rabid vampire, left limp and dry between 2 pieces of stale buns. Bleah…
I was there one unfortunate day attending a birthday party for my son’s friend. I was trying to figure out what to buy off of their lunch menu. Seriously nothing looked appetizing, but I was starving. After agonizing for the 5 minutes while I waited in line then humming and hawing another 2 minutes, I decide to quiz the apathetic McD worker staring at me.
“So what’s good?”
“Everything” says the woman who is slightly irritated, annoyed and has a chip on her shoulder from God only knows what. (Probably annoying customers like me.)
“Have you eaten the toasted sandwiches?”
Big sigh escapes her lips and I can tell she’s trying so hard not to roll her eyes. “Yes.”
“So did you like it?” I’m sure she’s just going to offer praise, but you never know some people are honest and will tell you something sucks all ass. That and I enjoy playing this game. It amuses me.
“Oh yes, they are all really good.” She says a little too quickly…
phfft.. Good my arse. Maybe she’d say that other wise, however, her butt would be kicked to the curb by Old Ronald himself.
“As good as Quizno’s Subs?” mmmm… I was craving a Quizno’s sub right then. The franchise out here is really good.
“I dunno, never had Quizno’s but McDonald’s subs are good.” She replies staring at me like she’d like to jump over the counter and slap me with Ronald’s curly wig. Hmmm…well, I decide to give it a try…
I had some toasted turkey breast blah, blah, blah and Ba-da-da-da-da it sucked. I took one bite and almost gagged. Yuck. Why did I even bother?
I go to return it. “This is vile and horrible! I can’t believe you said this was good. I want my money back.” I’m now cranky cuz I’m hungry and I’m craving a Quizno’s and this garbage is nothing close. I’m tired cuz I don’t have fuel and the only thing I thought that was edible is not.
The Assistant Manager comes over pissed because I blurted the above statement loudly enough. “What’s wrong with it?” All offended like I’ve just told her she had an ugly child or something.
“Well, for starters the bread is stale; it burnt as it went through your toaster. This sub looks nothing like the picture you have advertised. The lettuce is wilty and the toppings don’t look fresh. They look like someone stomped on them and then added them to the sub. (This probably wasn’t far from the truth.)
“Would you like another one or anything else?”
“ Hell no! that was enough toxic waste for one day. I just want my money back.” You never return and then have them offer you more food. That’s just begging for spit and snot to be put in your food.
All pissy she returns my money. Truth hurts I know. I smile and in my sweetest voice say, “Thank you. Have a nice day!”
Ba-da-da-da-daaa… I’m hating it!