After ordering, I pulled up to Window 1 to pay for my
food. The sliding window opened, and I
was greeted by a cheerful man’s gap-toothed smile. It was 9:00 on a frigid morning, and the wind
blew in his face as he reached his Golden Arches-emblazoned gloved hand out to
receive my money. How can I get my hands
on a pair of those gloves without actually working here, I wondered. The fingerless look is really in right now,
and the “M” design has always been one of my favorites.
“How are you today?” I asked the man as I forked over some
cash, mostly in pennies and nickels that I keep on the floor of my car.
“Cold!” he
replied. “Heh heh heh!”
“Seriously,” I answered, feigning disgust. I glanced at my car thermometer which rudely
announced an outside temperature of 14. I
gave it the finger and said, “It’s only fourteen out right now.”
“That’s cold,” says Mr. McDonald’s. “Although anything below twenty is cold to
me! HEH HEH HEH!”
Hmmm, I think to myself.
This guy’s a real giggler. I
gotta keep this going. “Well, anything below FORTY is cold to
me! I’m dying out here! HA HA HA!”
McDonald’s drive-thru looked me straight in the eye and
said, “Well, you couldn’t be at my house in the summer, then. I like my indoor temperature at THIRTY-EIGHT
during the summer months. My
air-conditioning works great, and my wife hates it. I have to keep it at around fifty just so I
don’t freeze her out! HEH HEH HEH HEH
HEH HEH HEH!
“Whoa,” I said. “Are
you part snowman? Is Frosty your Dad? Did you come from the North Pole? Is your name Jack Frost?”
Actually, I gave him none of those responses. I thought of those, and a hundred more, about
five minutes after I gave him one more “ha ha,” said thanks for the change, and
retrieved my food from the next drive-thru worker who practically threw it
through the window as the arctic air threatened to turn her eyeballs into
snowballs.
I would have loved to sit there with that guy all day long
and asked him about his vacation homes on the polar icecaps and if he
keeps penguins in the refrigerator.
He was friendly, and I love a good story, even if it may not be 100%
true. Then again, it could be, although
I question a reality that allows a McDonald’s employee to afford an electric
bill that manages an indoor temp of 38 during our 90-plus degree summers.
On another note, not much compares with the deliciousness of
a freshly-made McDonald’s sausage biscuit.
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It's their fries. Yum. Ooh, or a really hot Filet-O-Fish with a Shamrock Shake.
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