First, I don’t go to McDonalds a lot.  I only go when I have a hankering; and I don’t hanker for McDonalds all that often.

There are two McDonalds near our house.

One is a little closer; and easier ingress and egress.

However, they always fuck up.

Some way.

Some how.

It’s kind of amazing.

I almost always opt for the further, more difficult in and out, McDonalds because they are always on top of things.

No surprises.

(I hate surprises. Especially food order surprises.)

But I was running errands and needed to get home, and the WTF McDonald’s was on the way.

So I figured, what the hell.

They can’t always be terrible.

Right?

RIGHT?

My order was pretty basic.

Quarter Pounder with cheese meal, med fries, strawberry shake, and 10 McNuggets (for the cats – it’s their absolute favoritest.)

I pay.

I go to the pick-up window.

They tell me to pull around in the wait-for-your-fucking-order spaces.

WTF?

How are you out of any of what I ordered?

It’s like just past 1 p.m.

You just dealt with the lunch rush.

How could you not have those basic menu items?

Okay, okay, okay.

I pull around.

I wait.

Someone comes running out with a bag.

I roll down my window.  She hands me the bag.

The suspiciously light bag.

She is walking away.

I look in the bag.

One. Quarter. Pounder (hopefully with cheese).

I say, “HEY”

She turns around and I ask where is the rest of my order?

She’s like, “Wha?”

I tell her she’s missing the fries and the McNuggets.

She says she’ll go ask.

Just as she reaches the door, another worker hands her another bag.

The rest of my order.

WTF.

There is no need for two bags for this order.

There was no reason for two trips.

Except dumb-fuckery.

If you are in East San Jose, please, please, please, save yourself the trouble, and AVOID the McDonalds on Capital Expressway, next to Highway 87.

Just. Don’t.

You’ll be glad you didn’t.

WTF McDonalds?

(By the way, the cats were thrilled with the McNuggets, especially since they didn’t have to share because dumb-fuckeries left out the honey mustard sauce! ARGH!)

I repeat, what the fuckety-fuck-fuck-fuck, McDonalds.