I recently went to Brighton Marina McDonalds for the first time. The décor was as you would find in most American style diners, a luxurious palette of colour dressing the walls, sewn together by metallic poles, a reference to the industrial revolution perhaps?
The last I went to the drive through at the riveting location of the Brighton marina. I saw some young wipper snappers arrive in front of me. As an advertising ploy MD said wish a student card you could get some sort of reward, which in it's self is stupid but I will revisit this later. So I went down with a quite a large vat of stew with a fairly big dent in one of the sides they said this was not acceptable.
Last time I ventured into the establishment I was mistook me for a fat fryer worker and I didn't want to cause offence so I took up the occupation. I was then lead into the basement where I found an underground restaurant where there was a small dimly lit cinema where a Robin Williams marathon was taking place. Clearly this had been badly represented as there was a brief introduction of the ever-popular 'Flubber', followed by some of the most hideous pornographic images I could have imagined. According to my peers this was apparently not very graphic as all it involved was the trading of saliva upon each other parties facial orifices (otherwise known as the act of 'French kissing') but I believed it was grotesque and if you were to view this in public it would be deemed so. Only through the eye of the camera can one distance themselves from the truth.
Last I went my favourite dining venue it took me a while to order, as I'd never been before. The queue behind me grew and grew and my palms started to sweat. So I just ordered nothing. As I got to the paying section of this adventure the man behind me had to my good fortune requested my favourite. A man of greater stature of mine was to be my cashier. He had a soulless look to him that I found most obscene. So I got the empty change lying around in my pocket. The giants bear like claws came down from what I could only describe as a gateway to a hollow place. He pilfered the money from me. I waited but nothing happened still I waited and no one came. After quite a while he came back and handed me some change, not to be the correct amount though. Not too worry my anticipating listeners the last laugh was on him. As I just had a McDonalds McBurger inside and I had just stepped out for a walk and stumbled into this lonely, self-doubting road.
I most recently entered this latest upcoming venue in order to exchange goods as I had heard they had some trade service of chicken or meat patty for gold or the new fangled paper equivalent of money. I rode up to the counter with my greasy chicken drumstick in hand when I became sidetracked. My eyes gazed upon a group of small children fiddling with minute plastic resemblances of a human being. I was immediately confused and angered, a dull dreary weight in the back of my cranium, at once I approached the counter to reprimand this occurrence (I did so rather tactically as a number of people were trying to isolate me by lining themselves up, back turned). Obviously I queried to the absolute disregard for a plastic figurine's rights; the sheer audacity of them to think that we could indulge our next generation with the idea that they have the power to control anything that is put before them. Are we trying to inspire the next Caesars? No, of course not. That would be preposterous, that would not work. Read something. Imbeciles. I digress, apologies, if we are to partake in this world then surely we need to influence the youth in a way that is beneficial for them and us. The cashier clearly felt my claim was flawed and did not justify me with a response, this was a cruel way to ridicule me, therefore I would say the service wasn't very responsive.
On my pervious visit to 'McDonald's' or 'Maccy D's', as it is been rebranded by me and my fellow man. I saddled up on my beautiful bike, a necessity apparently, as one time I tried to stroll into a 'drive through'. I don't think we should be so pedantic about the matter; I am there to partake in ordering edible produce to later digest, not to have a merry drive in a circular fashion. Alas, I wasn't in the mood for another 'incident'; I brought with me my noble, steel steed. (I partook in the drive through system as I become baffled and self-conscious when entering any kind of establishment.) You see, I don't live in those brick prisons you call houses or homes, truly the best invention of "the man". He has the unbelievable cheek to set up these self-maintained cells and have the audacity to charge us for it.
I begin the winding treacherous road to where they have positioned the ordering microphone, tactically placed to heighten my appetite. But a man like myself is not so blind to such matters. I had a light glance at the menu, just in case some alterations were initiated from my frequent suggestions read more