After a long day of protesting for fifteen-dollars an hour wages, Robert showed up late to work and also noticed that the drive-thru was filled to the end of the parking lot with cars. He quickly clocked-in and put on his headset, “Thank you for choosing Burger Depo where we take pride in constructing your order, build your order when you’re ready.”
“Umm, I’d like three orders of fresh skyscraper fries 🍟 please. And can you make sure they are fresh.”
“You’re order blueprint comes to a total of eight-dollars and ninety-nine cents, please pull around.”
After waiting in line for a whole thirteen minutes, Covina paid what was due, received her order, but after driving away from the drive-thru window as a courtesy to the other waiting customers, she soon noticed that her fries were far from fresh. Holding a greasy bag of cold fries, she was pissed. She was so upset that she sped around to the front parking lot and was eager to get her money back. In a rage, she took notice to how packed the place was so she stepped on the gas and drove right through the front entrance of the fast food restaurant. Her rage didn’t end there, in the midst of all of the screaming and chaos she managed to get out of the car. Bloody, with her bag of cold fries, she went to the back of the now empty building and dropped her some fresh fries.
Fresh Fries 🍟 Please
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