McBurgerland Blues

Today, into a McBurgerland I stopped for a cup of coffee. (Go to McDooku's I will not, because owned by You-Know-Whoku it is). Every time that to one of these places I go, a little more faith in teenagers I lose. Surely some smart teenagers there are. Only hire dumb ones, why does McBurgerland? "Welcome to McBurgerland. Can I take your order?" "Yes, a large cup of coffee I would like, please. Forget the senior's discount do not." "Will that be for here, or to go?" "No, only a cup of coffee I wanted." "I know. Is that for here or to go?" "Why? Make what difference does it? Going to put wheels on the bottom of the cup if to go it is, are you?" Wasted energy, a conversation like this is. Like playing ping pong with someone who has no arms it is. Yes, beat him easily you can. But quickly get frustrated and want to quit he will. Still, arguing with these doofuses often, I find myself. But usually because my order they get wrong. Bad that is. Important my cheeseburger is. Mess with my cheeseburger, do not. Get it right, you must. "Excuse me, for no onions on this I asked." "You said you wanted onions." "No, I said, 'No onions on the cheeseburger I would like.'" "See, you said you would like onions on the cheeseburger." "No, I said, 'NO onions on the cheeseburger I would like.'" "So are you trying to change your order or something? Because, like, I..." "No, trying to get you to get my order right, I am." "What's wrong with it?" "Onions on my cheeseburger there are!" "You don't want onions on your cheeseburger?" "No, want onions on my cheeseburger I do not." "Well, sir, if you could just make up your mind..." Needless to say, getting a little annoyed I was. __________________________