Saturday, March 8, 2008

You Want Fries With That?

Dear local McDonald's manager,

The drive-thru is a brilliant invention, it's true. I have availed myself of this wonderfully convenient, time-saving perk on many ocassions - I'm all about anything that coddles my lazy ass.

That being said, as a long-time fan of drive-thru services, it pains me to have to give today's experience a huge thumbs down. :( Tsk, tsk. I am so *NOT* lovin' it.

I understand that mechanical issues occur that can sometimes make the speaker system sound completely unintelligable... hey, that could happen to anyone, right? What I do not understand is why (without fail) every time your speaker is wonky, just to compound the problem, you put someone whose only English phrase is "Do you want value size?" at the window.
Oy.

It would be entirely too humorous if *I* wasn't the jackass leaning out my car window, screaming my order over and over again at the speaker, because I cannot understand the unintelligable questions coming from the staff member on the other side of the 'magic box'. In fact, if it had been the guy in the blue Honda in front of me (who had a very simple order, damn him!) I likely would have laughed until I cried.

So... on behalf of the other drive-thru patrons of McD's #578 today, thanks for the entertainment. Nothing like lunch *and* a show while you wait.

If it weren't so funny (in a pathetic way), I'd probably be pretty pissed....

Sincerely,
The sideshow act

Monday, March 3, 2008

Why Am I Staring At This Zebra?!

I will not act like a love-sick teenager and ask if he's said anything about me.

REPEAT:
I will not act like a lovesick teenager.

What is it about life that even when you don't want someone, you want them to want you?!

Now, don't get your panties in a bunch - I'm a married woman, and I don't swing that way. I am talking, of course, about my 'father' and the emotions I struggle with.

Yes, that again.
Yes, I'm still talking about that.
No, I'm probably not going to stop anytime soon.

Now that we've got that covered....
Even though I don't want a 'relationship' with him, I wish he at least seemed to care. (I know I sound like a petulant child, but I'm OK with that... you see, deep down I AM a petulant child.)

I regularly speak with my half-sister, and sometimes have to pinch myself to keep from asking the dreaded question - "Has he mentioned me?"

It's pathetic. I know it's pathetic, but for some reason I can't help myself.

Eh, it just stings a little.
It hurts to realize the truth... and (to me) it seems the truth is that after all these years, he still doesn't appear to care very much, if at all.

Bah.
Double bah.

Screw it. The sooner I realize that a zebra's stripes don't change, the better off I'll be. Right?