“No, I don’t want ramen again.”
“Well, do you have any other ideas? We’re kind of in a hurry.”
“Let’s go get something.”
“We’re broke.” They had both spent most of their money during the Adventure with a Volkswagon.
Steven and the friend with the hat were trying to prepare lunch. The cupboards little dorm room didn’t offer any assistance. There was no food to be found, other than ramen, and they were tired of ramen. They had to be somewhere at 11am, and it was already 10am.
“I have $5.”
“I only have $3.”
“That’s enough for the cheap menu.”
“Sweet, let’s go.”
They climbed into Steven’s beat up old Pontiac and headed toward McDonald’s, the only place within 5 minutes that offered food for less than a dollar.
Steven’s car was a 1970 Pontiac Firebird. It was the second car he ever owned. He bought it from an old man for three hundred dollars. It had bad paint, a bad engine, and made a lot of noise. Parts randomly fell off if the car went faster than 50 miles per hour. The windows didn’t all work, the air conditioner was broken, and the radio always had a screech to it. The driver’s side door would often get stuck because it was dented and bent, and had to pried open with a crowbar. Steven had to climb in through the passenger door.
Steven drove the pile of junk into the parking lot and pulled into a vacant space.
“No, don’t park. We’re in a hurry. Look at how many people are inside.” The friend with the beard was getting anxious. It was already 10:13.
“Ok, drive though. The line is empty.”
Steven backed out of the space he was in. He was about to pull toward the drive through line, when he remembered something.
“The driver’s side window doesn’t go down. I have to open the door to get everything, but the door is stuck..”
“OK.”
“I hate this stupid car. Stupid window doesn’t go down…” Steven muttered to himself as he wheeled around the lot. He approached the drive through entrance, then stopped. The drive through was on his left, the exit on his right. Steven thought for a moment, then turned right.
“Hey,” the friend with the beard interjected, “I thought we were going to eat! I’m hungry!”
“Wait.”
Steven stopped in the driveway, then put the car into reverse. Steven slowly and carefully backed into the drive through.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“You said to go through the drive through, here we are.”
Steven backed up past the first McMenu to the second McMenu, the one that had the speaker for ordering. The friend with the beard laughed, then rolled down his window.
“Welcome to McDonalds, can I McTake your McOrder?”
“Yeah, we’d McLike 4 McCheeseburgers and a two McOrders of McFries, please.”
“Sorry, we don’t McServe lunch until 10:30. ”
“What time is it now?”
“10:20. ”
“Well, can’t we just get lunch now? It’s almost time.” Steven wanted lunch, not breakfast.
“McSorry, not until ten McThirty. ”
Steven and the friend with the beard were hungry, and wanted lunch, not breakfast. Steven wasn’t going to give up. He would have lunch.
“But we’re in a McHurry, and we’re hungry, and would really like 4 McCheeseburgers.”
“I don’t McCare. Ten thirty. ”
“And what time is it?”
“Ten twenty-two. Are you going to McOrder McBreakfast or not?”
At just this time, another car came around to get into the drive through line. The people in the car, a man and a woman, were looking at the menu and trying to decide what they wanted.
After a moment, the woman looked forward, and rather than two tail lights, she saw two faces looking at her. She looked back at the menu, then suddenly jerked her back forward, with a puzzled look on her face. She motioned to the man in the car to look forward. They both stared quizzically at Steven and the friend with the beard, who mimicked their expression, and started right back.
“Sir, are you going to McOrder or not? ”
“You won’t give us lunch?”
“Not until ten-thirty.”
“Ok, give us a McSecond to decide, then.”
The friend with the beard turned to Steven.
“Do you want breakfast?”
“No.”
“Well, what do we do? We can’t leave, there are people behind us.”
Cars began to pile up behind the old Firebird. The man and woman in the closest continued to stare, but now they were laughing and smiling.
“Well, it’s almost 10:30...”
“Ok...?”
"Let's just wait."
"Hehe, ok."
They waited.
“Are you McReady to McOrder yet?”
“No, we’re still McThinking… what McTime is it?”
“10:26.”
“Ok. We’ll let you McKnow when we’re McReady.”
The two young men sat and waited. People in line began to honk. The man and the woman in the closest car gradually changed their expressions from amusement to irritation. They honked, and motioned for the boys to get out of the way. The friend with the beard shook his head to indicate that they weren’t going to move. Cars continued to sound their horns. The man began to get angry. He flipped off the two friends in the backward car. They flipped right back.
“Sir, please, are you McReady to McOrder?”
“What time is it?”
"10:29."
“Almost.”
The friend with the beard waited for another minute.
“Ok, we’re McReady.”
“Finally. McWhat would you McLike?”
“Four McCheeseburgers, and two McOrders of McFries.”
“I told you, we don’t… oh. Fine. Your McTotal is $5.58 at the McWindow.”
Steven backed the car through the drive and up to the window.
“That will be $5.58…huh?”
The friend with the beard smiled. The girl in the McWindow was still McPuzzled.
“Why are you…”
“The window on the other side doesn’t roll down. Here’s the money.”
The girl took the money and closed the window, after staring oddly for a moment. She deposited the currency into the McRegister, then disappeared from view. When the window reopened, there were seven people peering out.
“See, I told you it was backward.”
The McEmployees began to laugh and point. Steven and the friend with the beard just sat and smiled weakly.
“Can we McHave our McFood, please?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
They received their order, then continued to back out of the driveway. The McEmployee leaned out the window and watched as the backed out of the lane, into the parking lot, then drove into the street normally, eating their long-awaited McCheeseburgers.
The Mc Employee continued to stare as she leaned out of the window, until she almost had her McHead taken off by a very angry man and woman coming through the drive.
“Well, do you have any other ideas? We’re kind of in a hurry.”
“Let’s go get something.”
“We’re broke.” They had both spent most of their money during the Adventure with a Volkswagon.
Steven and the friend with the hat were trying to prepare lunch. The cupboards little dorm room didn’t offer any assistance. There was no food to be found, other than ramen, and they were tired of ramen. They had to be somewhere at 11am, and it was already 10am.
“I have $5.”
“I only have $3.”
“That’s enough for the cheap menu.”
“Sweet, let’s go.”
They climbed into Steven’s beat up old Pontiac and headed toward McDonald’s, the only place within 5 minutes that offered food for less than a dollar.
Steven’s car was a 1970 Pontiac Firebird. It was the second car he ever owned. He bought it from an old man for three hundred dollars. It had bad paint, a bad engine, and made a lot of noise. Parts randomly fell off if the car went faster than 50 miles per hour. The windows didn’t all work, the air conditioner was broken, and the radio always had a screech to it. The driver’s side door would often get stuck because it was dented and bent, and had to pried open with a crowbar. Steven had to climb in through the passenger door.
Steven drove the pile of junk into the parking lot and pulled into a vacant space.
“No, don’t park. We’re in a hurry. Look at how many people are inside.” The friend with the beard was getting anxious. It was already 10:13.
“Ok, drive though. The line is empty.”
Steven backed out of the space he was in. He was about to pull toward the drive through line, when he remembered something.
“The driver’s side window doesn’t go down. I have to open the door to get everything, but the door is stuck..”
“OK.”
“I hate this stupid car. Stupid window doesn’t go down…” Steven muttered to himself as he wheeled around the lot. He approached the drive through entrance, then stopped. The drive through was on his left, the exit on his right. Steven thought for a moment, then turned right.
“Hey,” the friend with the beard interjected, “I thought we were going to eat! I’m hungry!”
“Wait.”
Steven stopped in the driveway, then put the car into reverse. Steven slowly and carefully backed into the drive through.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“You said to go through the drive through, here we are.”
Steven backed up past the first McMenu to the second McMenu, the one that had the speaker for ordering. The friend with the beard laughed, then rolled down his window.
“Welcome to McDonalds, can I McTake your McOrder?”
“Yeah, we’d McLike 4 McCheeseburgers and a two McOrders of McFries, please.”
“Sorry, we don’t McServe lunch until 10:30. ”
“What time is it now?”
“10:20. ”
“Well, can’t we just get lunch now? It’s almost time.” Steven wanted lunch, not breakfast.
“McSorry, not until ten McThirty. ”
Steven and the friend with the beard were hungry, and wanted lunch, not breakfast. Steven wasn’t going to give up. He would have lunch.
“But we’re in a McHurry, and we’re hungry, and would really like 4 McCheeseburgers.”
“I don’t McCare. Ten thirty. ”
“And what time is it?”
“Ten twenty-two. Are you going to McOrder McBreakfast or not?”
At just this time, another car came around to get into the drive through line. The people in the car, a man and a woman, were looking at the menu and trying to decide what they wanted.
After a moment, the woman looked forward, and rather than two tail lights, she saw two faces looking at her. She looked back at the menu, then suddenly jerked her back forward, with a puzzled look on her face. She motioned to the man in the car to look forward. They both stared quizzically at Steven and the friend with the beard, who mimicked their expression, and started right back.
“Sir, are you going to McOrder or not? ”
“You won’t give us lunch?”
“Not until ten-thirty.”
“Ok, give us a McSecond to decide, then.”
The friend with the beard turned to Steven.
“Do you want breakfast?”
“No.”
“Well, what do we do? We can’t leave, there are people behind us.”
Cars began to pile up behind the old Firebird. The man and woman in the closest continued to stare, but now they were laughing and smiling.
“Well, it’s almost 10:30...”
“Ok...?”
"Let's just wait."
"Hehe, ok."
They waited.
“Are you McReady to McOrder yet?”
“No, we’re still McThinking… what McTime is it?”
“10:26.”
“Ok. We’ll let you McKnow when we’re McReady.”
The two young men sat and waited. People in line began to honk. The man and the woman in the closest car gradually changed their expressions from amusement to irritation. They honked, and motioned for the boys to get out of the way. The friend with the beard shook his head to indicate that they weren’t going to move. Cars continued to sound their horns. The man began to get angry. He flipped off the two friends in the backward car. They flipped right back.
“Sir, please, are you McReady to McOrder?”
“What time is it?”
"10:29."
“Almost.”
The friend with the beard waited for another minute.
“Ok, we’re McReady.”
“Finally. McWhat would you McLike?”
“Four McCheeseburgers, and two McOrders of McFries.”
“I told you, we don’t… oh. Fine. Your McTotal is $5.58 at the McWindow.”
Steven backed the car through the drive and up to the window.
“That will be $5.58…huh?”
The friend with the beard smiled. The girl in the McWindow was still McPuzzled.
“Why are you…”
“The window on the other side doesn’t roll down. Here’s the money.”
The girl took the money and closed the window, after staring oddly for a moment. She deposited the currency into the McRegister, then disappeared from view. When the window reopened, there were seven people peering out.
“See, I told you it was backward.”
The McEmployees began to laugh and point. Steven and the friend with the beard just sat and smiled weakly.
“Can we McHave our McFood, please?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
They received their order, then continued to back out of the driveway. The McEmployee leaned out the window and watched as the backed out of the lane, into the parking lot, then drove into the street normally, eating their long-awaited McCheeseburgers.
The Mc Employee continued to stare as she leaned out of the window, until she almost had her McHead taken off by a very angry man and woman coming through the drive.
