I could have dealt with it. It was late, maybe he was tired, or new or both.
My dad had a little chat with the manager.
On the way out, I happened to glance back and the waiter was giving us the evil eye through the window.
Scared the ever lovin' piss out of me.
And this is more recent:
I ended up jumping through the hoops on mcdonalds.com to complain about one drive-thru person who acted as if they were stoned out of their brains. 'Wha?' was his favorite phrase. And the fish fillets tasted like garbage.
Quite naturally, I have not recieved a reply yet.