Normally neither of us eats at Macca's, we just don't go there. So this was the first time in about a year for me. I remembered WHY I only go once a year.
First off, the cashier responded to my simple question "Do you still sell poutine?" with an abrupt "NO." Well, excuuuuuuuuuuse me. So I order a large fry and a large Coke. She did not ask me if it was for here or to-go, therefore I get my food slapped on a large tray, which is just fabulous for a cane user who only has one hand to do the grabbing with. She saw my cane, I know, because I saw her eyeing the stickers on it critically as I hobbled up. (Get fucked, four eyes. I love my stickers.)
To add insult to injury, when I held my hand out for my change, the bitch slapped it down on my tray. She brushed my hand with hers doing so. Keep in mind that I HANDED her my money like a civilized person. So that was fun, as I had to pick the change up, put it in my purse, grapple my tray carefully under my arm, and hobble off to the nearest table. I figured asking her for a to-go bag would cause her to have a fit reminiscent of the one thrown by Andy in Wet Hot American Summer when Beth asks him to pick up his food. So I dealt, and my roommate got a McFlurry that wasn't flurried...didn't even seem like it had been stirred all that well.
Yes, I understand it was pretty busy, and that there was a pack of rugrats back in the back having a party. But get over yourself, you're getting paid to serve me. I don't expect cheeriness or kissing my ass, but I'd like to be handed my change when I gave you the same courtesy.
Additionally, this Macca's has replaced the typical PlayPlace with a room containing an air hockey table and video games. Way to go, let's just dig ourselves further into the most-obese-province-in-all-of-Canada classification!