Mmkay, so I work nights, right? Decided I was too lazy to cook food to bring with, so me and the guy go to McDonald's for me to nom. He opted for Tim Horton's as is addicted to their veggie sandwiches. I am too, but was in the mood for greasy shit, plus had srs jones for a burger. Anyway, the lobby is closed at ten-thirty, drive-thru is open 24 hours, so we go through the drive-thru.
My order was a slight deviation from the norm, but not too hard to process or so I thought. Two Quarter Pounder meal,no onions, large fries and regular iced tea with no ice. CLEARLY, that is an exceedingly difficult request to fill at 10:37 pm. I checked the bag, as is my wont, and they shorted me my large fries (gave me medium) and one of my burgers. Receive drink, there's ice in it. So my parternpersonthing tells the girl who was wearing sunglasses, WTF? "Hey, you screwed up our order *explains what's wrong with it*"
Her response? "Oh, there's nothing we can do." and closes the window. Her supervisor (we could tell by the shirt) was RIGHT THAR and he didn't say anything. There IS something you can do, you can give me my other fucking burger and upsize my fries since I paid for those things!
We kind of sat there in the truck staring at each other, then the window, then back at each other before I went,"FFS, I have to go to work and don't have time to argue with the McDick's minions." Went to Tim's and got steeped tea and a sandwich to go with my cold lonely single burger and medium fries (I eat a lot, my metabolism is like a freaking furnace.)
So, I think I'll call tomorrow and complain or get my guy to do it, since I used to work there and they fired me because the owner doesn't like my parents. I think I have a legitimate complaint, don't you?
Oh, and they put onions on my burger. I HATE ONIONS, with a fiery passion. Srsly, my hatred for onions burns like fire in crotch. I tweezed them off with a paperclip.