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A Bad Thing At McDonalds

Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:44 am
by _KimberlyAnn
Chloe and Annie are on a jump rope team at school and tonight they performed during half time at a minor league basketball game. I loaded up all the girlies and we attended the game together. It was fun.

On the way home, we went through the McDonald's drive-through for ice-cream cones. The fellow in the car ahead of us took his bag of food from the teenager at the window, then threw a drink at the kid, hitting him in the face and soaking his shirt. I couldn't believe it! I was aghast. I felt so sorry for that boy working the window. I wanted to hug him and find him a clean shirt. I've never seen anything like that before and I hope I never do again. Ugh.

Also, something else kind of odd: My friend's son who sat by us at the game has turrets. He didn't take his medicine, so he blurted out "ballsack" several times during the evening. It was so hard not to laugh. I know it was wicked of me, but I couldn't help giggling a time or two. It was just the word he kept saying. Ballsack. All together, just like that. Annie kept asking what a ballsack was and I kept shushing her.

At least I'm almost never bored.

KA

Re: A Bad Thing At McDonalds

Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:51 am
by _The Nehor
KimberlyAnn wrote:On the way home, we went through the McDonald's drive-through for ice-cream cones. The fellow in the car ahead of us took his bag of food from the teenager at the window, then threw a drink at the kid, hitting him in the face and soaking his shirt. I couldn't believe it! I was aghast. I felt so sorry for that boy working the window. I wanted to hug him and find him a clean shirt. I've never seen anything like that before and I hope I never do again. Ugh.


Once again we see the sad result of forgetting the 'no onions' clause in the drive through.

Re: A Bad Thing At McDonalds

Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 7:52 am
by _Dr. Shades
KimberlyAnn wrote:Also, something else kind of odd: My friend's son who sat by us at the game has turrets. He didn't take his medicine, so he blurted out "ballsack" several times during the evening. It was so hard not to laugh. I know it was wicked of me, but I couldn't help giggling a time or two. It was just the word he kept saying. Ballsack. All together, just like that. Annie kept asking what a ballsack was and I kept shushing her.

TIP FOR NEXT TIME: In order to help the kid not feel so out-of-place, you should've periodically blurted out "ballsack" too.