Post by Music on Oct 9, 2007 20:05:17 GMT -5
OOC///What's this? Is Music actually getting active? 8O
Probably gonna need to keep this to a slow pace though... grounding's still in place.
"Your total comes to $7.35 sir. Please pull around to the second window."
Exasperating didn't even begin to describe this job. Working at McDonald's... Satan himself couldn't have thought of a more hellish punishment. Every moron, imbecile, wanker, fucktard, and twat in a 10 mile radius couldn't help but be drawn to this place. It was like moths to a flame. Moths to a cardiovascular arrest inducing flame. This job was annoying the shit out of York.
Leaning back on a nearby counter, stained with years worth of patty grease ketchup and god only knows what else, he wondered exactly why he put himself through this. Day in and day out, it was the same old routine. Idiot walks in. York takes order. Idiot pays for food. York gives food. Idiot eats food in a disgustingly short period of time and walks out. York flips Idiot the bird and laughs. Nothing could have been more tedious.
Maybe it had been a mistake to drop out of college. If he had stayed, money wouldn't be a problem... oh, who was he kidding? Money was always a problem; college wouldn't fix anything. Besides, if college had been good enough for "Mummy" and "Daddy," it sure as hell wasn't right for him.
"Hey you stupid limey! Get up 'ere and take some orders! I ain't gonna sit an' let ya' sleep the day away this time!"
Ah yes... the English language... how wonderful that these hicks could master such a unique and prestigious language. And with such fluency as well!
"Oy! I'll be up in a bit!" York yelled back to the other employee. Sighing with sheer annoyance, he walked slowly away from the drive through and up to the cash register. Without even thinking he said in a monotone voice, "Hello, welcome to McDonald's. What would you like today?"
Probably gonna need to keep this to a slow pace though... grounding's still in place.
///York\\\
"Your total comes to $7.35 sir. Please pull around to the second window."
Exasperating didn't even begin to describe this job. Working at McDonald's... Satan himself couldn't have thought of a more hellish punishment. Every moron, imbecile, wanker, fucktard, and twat in a 10 mile radius couldn't help but be drawn to this place. It was like moths to a flame. Moths to a cardiovascular arrest inducing flame. This job was annoying the shit out of York.
Leaning back on a nearby counter, stained with years worth of patty grease ketchup and god only knows what else, he wondered exactly why he put himself through this. Day in and day out, it was the same old routine. Idiot walks in. York takes order. Idiot pays for food. York gives food. Idiot eats food in a disgustingly short period of time and walks out. York flips Idiot the bird and laughs. Nothing could have been more tedious.
Maybe it had been a mistake to drop out of college. If he had stayed, money wouldn't be a problem... oh, who was he kidding? Money was always a problem; college wouldn't fix anything. Besides, if college had been good enough for "Mummy" and "Daddy," it sure as hell wasn't right for him.
"Hey you stupid limey! Get up 'ere and take some orders! I ain't gonna sit an' let ya' sleep the day away this time!"
Ah yes... the English language... how wonderful that these hicks could master such a unique and prestigious language. And with such fluency as well!
"Oy! I'll be up in a bit!" York yelled back to the other employee. Sighing with sheer annoyance, he walked slowly away from the drive through and up to the cash register. Without even thinking he said in a monotone voice, "Hello, welcome to McDonald's. What would you like today?"
