I'm sorry the driver in the second line is hanging out of her big silver minivan--oh, I'm sorry, I meant Porsche SUV--and honking angrily, because God knows it would take common sense to pull around after five minutes pass. I'm sorry I drive an older car with a stuck passenger window, so that I can't easily lean over and holler, 'Hey, Lady! You paid too much for your minivan!'
No, I will not be getting out of my car and telling the woman in the silver minivan to drive around. I waved her on--it was a good wave, a big, arms-motioning wave, but it did not deter her. She frightened me, I did not want to engage her in conversation, and anyway, screw you, McDonalds. It is not my job to get out of my car in the drive-thru and talk to your pissed-off customers.
Just give me my McRipOff Southern-style Chicken Sandwich, I'll pay you, I'll say please and thank you - that's the extent of our relationship. Want to pay me a consultancy fee? Then we can talk. Here's a tip for free: the two-lane thing? One bad idea.
Your ad campaigns are racist,