I've decided that whenever I'm low on blog material, I can just go visit the McDonald's near Kody's house.

You see, as many of you have heard, roughly a month or so ago, I found myself at that McDonald's ordering myself a small vanilla iced coffee. The conversation went as follows:

Me: Hello, could I please get a small vanilla iced coffee?
Girl in Drive-Thru: Yeah, uh, what flavor did you want that vanilla iced coffee? We have regular, vanilla and hazelnut.

Now, I know generally speaking, I'm not a genius, there are millions and millions of people probably smarter than me, but this girl... was not one. I couldn't even had made that up if I wanted to and I didn't even know where to start. There were so many places I could have gone with it, that I mumbled off "vanilla?" and drive up to collect my drink. It was horrible. Horrible I tell you.

So fast foward to last week.

D has decided that as far as food goes, you can live purely on chips, ice cream, chocolate and cheeseburgers... so on our way home from Kody's house, we stopped by this same Mcdonald's. I pull up to the line, waited about 10 minutes (couldn't figure out why TWO cars were taking ten minutes - it was one of those two-laners). Finally I pull up the window, finally, and I swear it went like this:

Dude in Drive-Thru: Yeah, whaddawant?
Me: Uhm... a medium mocha and a cheeseburger with ketchup only...
(I'm addicted to those damn mochas, no joke)
Dude: ... whatdyouwantwithoutketchup?
Me: Um... a cheeseburger?

It took about five minutes of this before he finally got my entire order correct. I'm not even kidding here, five minutes for two items. -sigh-

I won't even continue on with the window experience...

My entire faith in McDonald's is slowly dropping. One day it took ten minutes for them to get me my order, I even had to remind them what I had (I'm so about to make that one work in my advantage) and I had to question if she remembered to throw straws in there. Now it's called a drive-thru for a reason, no? If I wanted to sit, park and wait, I'd go in to eat. I understand that on occassion, things go wrong... but this is your job, your trade, do it well or go work at Best Buy.

ah, I guess there's no reason to question why people think Americans are dumb, no?