McDonald’s

So I had some extra time on the way to work but not enough time to dine somewhere, so I decided to grab some quick breakfast for Mickey D’s. I was in the mood for Pancakes so I ordered the big breakfast platter.
The cashier (at first window) was about my age and he actually was very polite. I don’t usualy expect extraordinary customer service from fast food, so it’s nice when someone is good to you as if it mattered.
Anyways, I arrived up to the second window expecting my order to be ready right away (I was the only one in line). Thus ensued the awkward situation of trying to guess if you should roll up the window or leave it down if the order is coming soon.
I glanced through the window and there appeared to be 5 people just sitting around kind of talking and only one customer inside. At the brink of my impatience, my order arrived.
I chowed down on the hashbrown but realized it would be way too dangerous to try and eat a Hot Cakes platter to drive — but it’d also be a bad choice to eat at my desk. I decided to wait until work at eat in the dining area.
After much anticipation and struggle to control my hunger urge for Pancakes I arrived at work and started to set up the breakfast platter. As I finished putting the butter on, it was time to add the syrup. I reached through the paper bag and couldn’t find the syrup. I then frantically searched the large plastic bag the platter came in. No syrup. In the midst of a mild panic I checked the paper bag again — even crumbling it up to make sure there was nothing in it. NO SYRUP.
NO SYRUP??? HOW CAN I EAT THESE PANCAKES WITH NO SYRUP??? Seriously though, buttered pancakes???
Maybe this was my punishment for choosing to eat «food» at Mcdonald’s. Now I would never ever call a fast food chain to complain because I have enough common sense to know how meaningless and unproductive that would be. But I thought about it in this situation. The most important part of the breakfast was missing. Oh but they sure remembered the grape jelly — gee thanks.
Luckily, my cafeteria at work came through in the clutch with some syrup. By the time I took the journey to obtain it though, my pancakes were merely cold. You failed me McDonalds, you failed me.
As if the remorseful feeling in the form of a sorrowful growl produced my stomach wasn’t enough reason to remind myself not to go back — the syrup thing will linger with me for awhile.
It’ll be quite some time before I return to the golden arches. Perhaps I’ll try the golden arc’s and stop by McDowell’s.
Don’t make the same mistake I did, don’t eat this food consciously people.