I went out for a few drinks last night with some of my old BT chums.
Actually, I had more than a few… as my head was testament to this morning.
And on a school night too, shocking!
Having quaffed a fair bit of lager, I was up for a kebab on the way home, in fact, I was famished. But there wasn’t time, we had a train to catch. Apparently.
So, I was mightily pleased when I stepped off the train, to see the local McDonalds proudly displaying a large sign proclaiming that its Drive Thru (sic) was open till 1am. Excellent, it was only 12:30 and so I had plenty of time to get something to eat.
I walked up to the window and knocked. The young chap inside looked at me quizzically. I held up a two-pound coin for him to see. “I’d like a cheeseburger, please”, I said.
“Are you in a car?” he rather stupidly asked, looking at me standing there.
“No.” I said, brightly. “Can I have a cheeseburger, please?”
He shook his head. “I can’t serve you unless you’re in a car”.
“But I’ve been drinking”, I explained. “It would be foolish of me to drive in my current condition. Can I have a cheeseburger? Please.”
“No. I can’t serve you unless you’re in a car.” And with that he walked away.
I tapped on the window with my two-pound coin, to get his attention. “This is ridiculous! It’s… it’s… it’s pedestrian prejudice! I only want a CHEESEBURGER for chris’sakes!”
But he continued to ignore me and so I gave up and walked home… after giving him a particularly hard stare through the window.
By the time I got home, it was nearly 1am, but, tired as I was, I grabbed some breakfast cereal and sat down in front of the computer. Shortly, I was on the McDonalds website, where I sent them a scathing online contact form, moaning about my treatment at the hands of Johnny No-Stars in our local restaurant.
Well, I think it was scathing… I can’t really remember.