 Where do these foreign shits get their gall?
Last Sunday I went to a McDonald's for lunch. The restaurant was very diverse and the franchise appeared to be run by one Indian family, in a manner similar to oh so many taxi companies. A middle-aged Indian woman was managing the place, an elderly Indian woman was washing the windows, and an adolescent Indian boy was one of the cashiers.
I ordered a large fries, ten McNuggets, and a large cup of water -- since I'm not particularly fond of pop and I'm not going to pay for water. I noticed as the boy rang up the order, the LCD screen in front of the POS terminal displayed "small water". I told him, "I asked for a large water." "I know, it just says that."
Well, he ended up putting a small cup of water on my tray. What the fuck? It's not like I was some bum asking for free water, I was ordering a $8 meal after all. "I asked for a large water!" "Well, I don't think I can do that. Let me check." So then the Indian lady managing the cesspool comes over, "No, we can't give you a large water." "What type of retard are you? The large cups are right over there, go fill one with water."
I would have thought they little turd would have gotten me the water just out of an instinct for self-preservation, I was about a foot taller than him and at least 50lbs heavier. I could have easily leapt over the counter and beat him unconscious -- or worse. I was pretty close to doing that too, since I'm very unstable at the moment. Just today I pushed five people and harassed some faggot Obama supporters. Then again, I suppose there was no way for him to know any of this.
In addition, the little bastard didn't give me any dipping sauce. I ended up getting some from a Chinese employee, with a very odd stereotypical moustache, sort of like this, but not nearly as long:
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2009-01-14, 01:57
