Conversation with a McDonalds Employee

(Because I was on the road, starving, and it was the first place I came to in Podunkville, USA...)

McDummy: Hi, can I help you?
Me: Yes, can I get a Quarter Pounder and a medium Diet Coke, please?
McDummy: Would you like to make that a meal?
Me: No thanks. Just the burger and drink.
McDummy: But it’s cheaper. Quarter Pounder meals are the special this week.
Me: But I don’t want the fries.
McDummy: But it’s cheaper.
Me: But I don’t want the fries.
McDummy: But it’s cheaper.
Me: Fine. Make it a meal.

I pay and wait for a (year) few minutes. She puts my burger on the tray and goes to get the fries…

Me: Just keep the fries. I don’t want them.
McDummy: But you paid for them.
Me: But I don’t want them.
McDummy: But you paid for them.
Me: I only paid for them because it was cheaper. I don’t want them.
McDummy: I have to give them to you.
Me: But I don’t want them. I won’t eat them.
McDummy: But you paid for them.
Me: Fine. Give me the fries.

I turn to the guy behind me, who looks like he’s about to crap himself from holding in the laughter.

Me: Do you want my fries?
Guy: Sure, I’ll take them.

I hand them to him as he steps up to the register.

McDummy: Can I help you?
Guy: Yeah, can I get a Quarter Pounder with cheese and a large Coke?
McDummy: Would you like to make that a meal?