Who would I like to punch in the face this week?
The woman behind me at the McDonald's drive thru. I don't know her and I didn't even see her. But this is what the cashier yelled to her co-worker as I was passing her my debit card:
"Tim? Did you get that? She wants extra sauce on her bagel! Yah, extra bagel sauce on her bagel! And bacon extra crispy! And the bacon cut in half!"
Where exactly does this fucking woman think she is? Some fancy "customized-to-your-satisfaction" joint like Tim Horton's? No. This is fucking McDonald's. More importantly, this is the McDonald's fucking drive thru. You order off the menu and you move on. You want some high falutin' custom shit you go inside. And what the fuck is "bagel sauce"?!? Jesus, I nearly threw up just hearing the words and she wants EXTRA?