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Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Confused at MacDonalds.

Strike day, school shut and so it's a bonus day with munckins. Their greatest wish was a trip to the nearest Hobbycraft and then a MacDonalds visit. The latter being next door and visited once before post the craft emporium.

Eldest munckin suffers from opinion paralysis when choosing jam. HobbyCraft puts the jam decision into a new light. How can it seriously take 1 hour and 15 mins to spend £5 in the place. Youngest had it sussed in 10 mins. So I indulged eldest, we didn't have a better plan, overstressed husband had forbidden me from taking them to a strike demonstration. An hour in HobbyCraft, I could feel hairs on my head turning grey. We left with typically the first thing selected over an hour before.

But then we had MacDonalds. For whatever reason I've never been a lot, maybe 6 or 7 times in my whole life, so I am always a little scared as I forget the MacLanguage.

As we wait in line, the munckins are jumping about, trying to find a seat. I'm trying to understand what I need to order. The menu being printed overhead behind the counter, I have no clue. Why can't you pick up a laminated leaflet to read whilst in the queue. Anyway...

Unusually, a young lass without spots serves us, my memory is that all staff have acne. I look at the girl and say...'I have two children, (slight pause as I realise she is not interested).... can I have one burger  meal and one chicken meal.'
She replies: 'Happy Meal?'
I say: 'Thankyou' (not realising this was a question)
She repeats: 'Do you want a happy meal?'
I note the questionmark, and mumble a ...'yes', I then ask if I can have a cheese burger meal.
Then the drinks - what do you want to drink - no where do I know the choices, so eldest has an orange juice and youngest says..Smoothie. Amazingly they sell smoothies, so then eldest changes her order.
Young lass without spots looks at me and says: Drink?
...I opt for water, everyone must be able to serve water.
We pay and before I know whats happening, young lass without spots has got three boxes on a tray, with lunch.
I ordered a sodding Happy Meal for myself!
Well I couldn't say anything, by now the two gentlemen in high vis jackets behind me were no longer being charmed by my children or my ignorance.
Ordeal nearly over, but then we sit down and obviously being the nearest MacDonalds to middle england... we bump into another class parent. With the appropriately sized and boxed food for each member of the family.

Has anyone got a MacCrib sheet? Am I the only one?

1 comment:

  1. Haha.....I used to go to McDs a lot, but haven't been for years - the boys have never been. But we have been occasionally to Burger King (or King Hamburger, as they insist on calling it) and Wendy's. And I have exactly the same problem - everything seems to come in combos, and ordering is a complete ordeal!

    hope u survived strike day...

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