Dear Jackass in the McDonalds Drive-Thru,
Don’t stand there and say that is the only toy you have. You just handed me two happy meals and one had a bear and one had a unicorn. How can you lie right to my face?
All I asked is if you had something more masculine. It was a bear with pink on it. My son just had two booster shots and he deserved a toy he didn’t hate. YOU are also a guy (albeit an angsty looking early twenties looking guy) did YOU want a pink bear when you were five?
Wait. Don’t answer that.
All I am saying is that the Happy Meal wasn’t for me. The girl standing behind you whipped out the box and there were seven or eight different kinds of stupid little stuffed animals in there.
I am not going to act like I wouldn’t be pissy if I was the one assistant manager who got stuck supervising the drive-thru at McDonalds during the lunch rush, but I am going to say that happy meals are supposed to make kids happy and you made my son cry.
I hope you feel like you saved yourself the three seconds it would have taken if you had just been honest with me in the first place. You are probably going to wish you would have spent the extra time it would have taken when you are sitting in your managers office after I call and complain.
Nobody else gets to make my kids cry.