Hey La Ba! Red Beans and Rice!
What’s going on New Orleans nation? Did you miss me? I didn’t think so. I went on a diplomatic mission to Iceland to bring Hydrogen fuel technology to the lower 9th ward. They gave me a bucket of Hydrogen but now I’m not sure what to do with it. Let me begin by saying I am now on a strict diet which in affect makes me almost a vegetarian. Being someone who cannot completely commit, I reserve one day a week to eat any kind of hot garbage I can get my hands on. This leads me to my journey to McDonald’s last weekend. I understand we are having a shortage when it comes to fast food workers, but do they absolutely have to hire the dumbest people they can bribe off the street to work for them? I would rather be closed down than to present these mutant, borderline autistic bottom feeders to represent my company.
The fact that it took thirteen minutes to get out of a fast food place that was completely empty except for myself was not the biggest problem. In those thirteen minutes I witnessed quite a few events worth mentioning. First, the order was made and of course was wrong. I went inside by the way, its easier to fix the problem when you can watch them. In remaking the order, several cars were backed up at the drive through. Meat head number one who was on grill duty started to argue with the she meat head on the counter. There was a tirade of profanity slinging between the two. As this is going on, she meat head number three was frying some shit while having a fight with her boyfriend which went something like this:” No Muh Fucka you bring it heeyah! I ain’t got no caw! I gonna wawk down to da house? You got da caw! Bring me dat shit ba t’day Bitch!” As I panned the building to see if anyone else was seeing this, I noticed the guy who wipes tables and picks up garbage. His pants were almost around his knees. That is what I want my little children to see when going on an afternoon treck to McDonald’s. Yes, would you bring your kids to a place where the employees show man ass and low slung boxers? I think not.
I think Micky D’s needs to have some surprise visits from regional HQ. I gotta go, nice talking to you.