McDonalds Lady

Dear Lady who took my order,

With all due respect, but you are a moron. Lets review our conversation via the drive-up window shall we.

You: Good Morning, Welcome to McDonalds. Would you like to try a mocha this morning? So far, so good. I wanted a Mocha. I am thinking at this point you are a mind reader and my best friend for suggesting it this fine Thirst Thursday.

Me: Why yes! I would love a Mocha. Make it a small hot, non-fat with no whip and a shot of sugar free vanilla. At a REAL coffee house it would have been one small skinny mocha, a shot of sugar free vanilla, no whip.

You: and I am afraid this is where you lost it Umm, you can only get vanilla in a cappuccino or a coffee. Not in mocha.

Me: yes, I may have some out a bit snippy, but still you went from zero to moron in like point two seconds. So you are telling me you no longer put shots of sugar free vanilla into mocha's? Was that only for Free Mocha Mondays?

You: Well no, I can put some in, but it will cost extra. Duh!

Me: Groovy, toss it in and charge me the thirty cents or whatever. It was thirty cents BTW. I thought the confusion was now over, silly Krimmyk.

You: So cappuccino with vanilla in it? What? Are you taking 2 orders here?

Me: As kindly as I can muster now, glancing back at the ever growing line behind me. No, remember the mocha with vanilla I was ordering?

You: Oh yea. So, it was a mocha with sugar free vanilla right?

Me: Yes, but non fat milk.

You: It can't be non fat.

Me: What! Why not?

You: Chocolate has fat.

Me: What (the hell) does that have to do with the milk? I really almost lost it there. But I didn't you lucky girl.

You: Ummm, I think I got it now, does it look right on the order board? Surprisingly yes it did.
And you wanted that iced right?

Me: Hot (Like my temper right now) please....

You: Please pull a head. Translation I have my head up my ass and it needs to be PULLED out!

Let us fast forward to you putting the whipped cream into my drink, as I wave uselessly to stop you through the closed window. You hand it to me, I refuse it. You remake it, and I hear you squawking all the through the window about having to remake it. And yes, I kept my eye on you so you didn't spit in it. I smiled sweetly as you begrudgingly handed me my drink, and was polite. Though inside I was swearing at you in several languages.

How could this have been avoided, Follow the crystal clear f-ing directions I give, and use some common sense! You will hit moron status really fast by correcting me when I am in fact right.

May our paths never cross again for your sake, and my sanity.

Sincerely your,

Krimsin K. King