"To be honest, I was only brought half of my order. when I called the dame who carried out my order, as she was only a few steps away from me, she ignored me and went on. as my engagement had gone to the toilet room, I could not go to the wells drinks because I felt that I should not let the food be unattended. so I was, sitting alone in a mcdonald’s, with a pregnant diffus that was unfortunately great enough to resemble shamoo, with a large empty cup when I was thirsty enough to drink water from mexiko. I'm trying to find out if it was a moment to be acceptable. Why? Because that's the things I'm doing. I have no idea why, but that was the debacle I found myself. finally appeared my engagement and tried not to laugh my care about $5 cheeseburger, I'm sure. ? he immediately took our acknowledgement and picked up and went into the counter, as the lady had also left to bring my frappe. I was told by my fiancée (which has been working in food for 15 years) that every single person who came to the opposite while he was up there complained about something. I am not one who criticizes the people for the job they have. but it seems to me that I can work mcdonalds can't be so hard. stressful? yes. hard? bah. try to be pregnant when they reveal a short torso, a house currently playing hide and look, and a family that they as likely betrayed as help. *It's a hard knocking life eating was quite delicious."
