“Welcome to McDonald’s. Go ahead and place your order when you’re ready.”
“Yes, I’ll have a chicken nugget Happy Meal, no sauce, with french fries, chocolate milk, and a boy toy,” I replied.
Geesh, I thought. I ordered Will fries, but he wanted the apple dippers. I’ll just order the apple dippers with Sydney’s Happy Meal and we can switch the fries and the apples when we get home.
Okay. Now Sydney’s order. “I’ll have another chicken nugget Happy Meal, no sauce, with apple dippers, white milk, and a girl toy.”
“I WANT FRENCH FRIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!”
Uhhh.
“Sydney, shhh,” I hissed in the car.
Again, “I WANT FRENCH FRIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!”
Laughter. Giggling. The girl at McDonald’s is cracking up. I’m mortified. Finally, the McDonald’s girl says, “That just made my day!”
I explain to her my diabolical plan to switch the apples with fries later and she giggles some more.
But that made me feel a bit better, that my parental missteps (ordering wrong (!) and having a rude, screaming 4-year-old) cheered the day of a McDonald’s employee. It’s the little things, right?
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| Do I see Santa? Or french fries? Better not be apple dippers… |
