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Yesterday I went to McDonalds cause I was craving me a cheeseburger.  (evil) I went through the drive-thru and I give the little headset jockey my credit card and she’s does the standard “Hi, How are you?” greeting which I reply with the standard “Fine, How are you?” she would say “fine” and life goes on.  But as I’m making a blog entry, this did not happen!  After my, “Fine, How are you?” she launches into this speal about how she’s not doing so well, she just came back from the hospital, her boyfriend got injured in the back (ah fast food teenage hookups) and had to be taken to the hospital and had to get stiches and there was blood everywhere and she is still a little shook up. blah, blah.  blah, blah.
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Seriously? Seriously.  All I want is my cheeseburger and fries and this is what I get?  Drive Thru is suppose to be quick, if I remember correctly there is a 45 secound time limit from the time they take your money to the time the customer (and thats me now) gets the food.  Of course a truely selfish and calllous person would have just driven to the next window and got their food.  But I, I was not that person.  I listened and nodded and said things like “oh, thats too bad” and “he’ll be ok.”  And you know why?  Because I care about my fellow man? Because I like to take my time?  No, because whiney Ramona here still had my damn credit card. 

Today’s lesson? Always pay with cash