Tomorrow is McHappy Day.

The only wonderful thing about McHappy Day is how it benefits the children.

That’s the only good thing.

Annie remarked that last year was a nightmare.

It must have been so traumatic that I don’t even remember it!

I’m trying not to think about tomorrow. Especially if today was any indication of how it’s going to go.

I walked onto my shift, and nothing in drive thru was stocked up. No smoothies, no cups. Did I freak out? No.

The sadistic part of me was biding my time. I was watching and waiting for someone else to notice the smoothies. The disaster. I did however have a meltdown when I realized that graveyard shift was rearranging the way I have the drive thru.

“How many times am I going to tell you where to put the small lids!” I demanded “nothing goes near the smoothie machine lids because they could fall in the bin. It’s a health hazard!”

“Oh calm down,” the McCafé person remarked. She frowned because she realized that the smoothies were flashing empty.

She opened the smoothie freezer door to find three carriers filled with empty bags. “Are you kidding me!” She exclaimed.

I laughed so hard at her outraged expression.

“There are no cups!” She looked around. “No lids!” She glared at us “did anybody do any stock up?!”

I tried to speak. “Nope”

I don’t dirty my lazy hands with manual labor.

My good mood evaporated when a customer asked if we had “double doubles”

“What do you mean?” I snapped irritated by the stupid question.

“I want a coffee double double. Do you sell them here?”

“Double doubles are sold everywhere.”

The next question by a customer “I want 4 nugget..”

“I’m sorry it’s breakfast”

“And a cheeseburger”

“It’s breakfast time”

“What does that mean?!”

I groaned. It’s self explanatory. “It’s breakfast time!”

“So I can’t get lunch?!”

“It’s. Breakfast. Time!”


I had fun during lunch. I was trying to twerk. Unfortunately all the dairy products that I had last night came back to haunt me. I was dropping like it’s hot, when an unexpected silent but deadly ripped through drive thru.

“Becky!” The drive thru team was clawing for air. Gagging as the putrid stank settled. “Oh god!”

“Becky are you bullying people again?” Annie walked into drive thru. Froze. “Oh my god what died!” Annie choked and walked out.

I was so mortified.

At least it didn’t happen when there were attractive men around.


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