It was a rainy day on June 15, 2017. I transported myself to the mcdonalds to achieve saturation of my biological need for munchies. I roll out my demolished minivan and I encounter the pavement. I force myself up and close the door of my minivan. My type 47 diabetes has left me blind so I struggle in the process of closing my door. I collapse back on the ground and have someone roll me inside. I notice as soon as I'm in. The carbohydrates smelled impeccable. The sodium and fats filled the air and I was wafting in the beautiful stench of dead animals. I stand back up and walk to the counter. I tell them I'm on a diet and ask for suggestions. They recommended the salad so I order the salad. I wait three hours and my order is ready. I take my time going to a seat (45 minutes) and sit down. I notice that the seats are creaking but decided to complain to the manager later. I open the BPA ridden plastic container which is the vessel for my 2 am munchies. I take the first bite and vomit violently over the gluten free floor. This goes on for 20 minutes and the entire restaurant is full of my intestinal juices and stomach acid. Luckily enough for me I brought a 5 lb jar of salad dressing from sams club. I slam the jar on my chest, causing the glass jars to slowly seep into the inside of my body. Soon the vomit pool created by me turns red with blood. I then dump the salad onto my chest, seasoning the vegetables with salad dressing and blood. I am smearing the veggies on my upper body at the point. I ask the waitress to take a s**t from the toilet and serve it to me in a medium cup. I receive my order and cut holes on the side of the cup. I put the cup on my head and there is now feces seeping down my face onto my body. I ask for a fork. I am now consuming my food with a form and knife. I loved the customer service here. Please tell Samantha at the front desk that ill be back tomorrow. ;)
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Jan 30, 2018
Oldass Dad
Drive thru is always a 10 minute wait, and if your lucky, you'll get the food you ordered made correctly. But usually you'll be missing something or sandwich will be made incorrectly. Avoid at all cost.
It was a rainy day on June 15, 2017. I transported myself to the mcdonalds to achieve saturation of my biological need for munchies. I roll out my demolished minivan and I encounter the pavement. I force myself up and close the door of my minivan. My type 47 diabetes has left me blind so I struggle in the process of closing my door. I collapse back on the ground and have someone roll me inside. I notice as soon as I'm in. The carbohydrates smelled impeccable. The sodium and fats filled the air and I was wafting in the beautiful stench of dead animals. I stand back up and walk to the counter. I tell them I'm on a diet and ask for suggestions. They recommended the salad so I order the salad. I wait three hours and my order is ready. I take my time going to a seat (45 minutes) and sit down. I notice that the seats are creaking but decided to complain to the manager later. I open the BPA ridden plastic container which is the vessel for my 2 am munchies. I take the first bite and vomit violently over the gluten free floor. This goes on for 20 minutes and the entire restaurant is full of my intestinal juices and stomach acid. Luckily enough for me I brought a 5 lb jar of salad dressing from sams club. I slam the jar on my chest, causing the glass jars to slowly seep into the inside of my body. Soon the vomit pool created by me turns red with blood. I then dump the salad onto my chest, seasoning the vegetables with salad dressing and blood. I am smearing the veggies on my upper body at the point. I ask the waitress to take a s**t from the toilet and serve it to me in a medium cup. I receive my order and cut holes on the side of the cup. I put the cup on my head and there is now feces seeping down my face onto my body. I ask for a fork. I am now consuming my food with a form and knife. I loved the customer service here. Please tell Samantha at the front desk that ill be back tomorrow. ;)