Ok, here's the real deal peeps. I eat a lot of fast food. There, I said it. I love McDonald's breakfast, ok? I feel so dirty. I probably have McDonald's grease seeping from my pores. They know me. They are expecting me every morning. They worry when I don't come. I bet they have a joke about me. I probably have a nick name that they all know me by, "Biscuit Lady" or "3 creams, 3 Splendas" or something really mean, who knows? I used to alternate McDonald's so they wouldn't know how severe my addiction is...that I am a hard core sausage biscuit and large coffee abuser. I wish I had a wig and some big glasses when I'm pulling in and out of the parking lot. But then I would be a greasy McDonald's slave and a lunatic, too.
Here she comes, here she comes! LOL
Arcelia is my favorite window person, so sweet and such a genuine smile for every single person, I'm sure. I think English is her second language, but she never seems frustrated or inappropriate. She has those salutations memorized....thet sort of trail off in the exact same way every time, but it's endearing. I should say, "Ok, bye! See you tomorrrow!" but I don't.
Maybe they don't even notice me and it's all in my narcissistic mind. Or maybe I am apart of a whole pathetic slew of McDonald's regulars. We should form a club and make rules. Yeah. I nominate myself as president.
Rule #1: PULL UP when there is enough room, so the next person can get to the speaker, dang!
Rule #2: Know what you want, or go inside.
Rule #3: Do not try to cut when you know I was here first.
Rule #4: When you do cut, at least have the guts to look at me.
That's all for now.
