the words are written in the dust (colors_in_stars) wrote in bad_service,
the words are written in the dust

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there is a reason i rarely go to the mcdonalds by my house (well i rarely go there in general). somehow everytime i drive through the same guy is working. at one point he held me (and the rest of the drive through line) up by telling me how beautiful my "eyes" are, while staring directly at my breasts. he proceeded to ask for my phone number and when i didnt give it to him he asked me why. i was really freaked out and was like...uh can i have my change now?
now everytime i drive through there he gives me the eye...i know it sounds weird, but its like...god i know he's checking me out right now. its super creepy.
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