/ck/ - Food & Cooking

I imagine myself entering McDonald's, walking up to the counter to place my order. I address the middle aged Salvadorian woman who is shaped like a bag of potatoes, and say "I'll have the Travis Scott meal." She would reply "what to drink" and I would look at her quizzically and say "I said Travis Scott meal... I gotta have my Sprite." She will say "anyting else" to which I would reply confidently "yeah. Cactus Jack sent me," as I crack a smug sidegrin, slyly pull out my wallet, and place my AmEx Gold in the chip reader before she even tells me the total.

She hands me the medium drink cup and the receipt, while I wonder why she even asked what I wanted to drink, when everyone knows the Travis Scott Meal is supposed to come with a Sprite. You would think someone who WORKS at McDonald's would know that, but once again I am smarter than the fast food wage slaves th-

"ORDER WAN TERTY SEEX"

I glance down at my receipt, and see that my number 135 has not yet been called. The fat construction worker standing by the drink machine walks up to get his order. Why did he get his food first? I am about to ask to speak with the manager because their employees are obviously