Forget McDonalds, go to the other side of the interstate to French Market Express. It's a gas station and convenience store but they have clean bathrooms, good coffee, and a really good deli kitchen with a sit-down area. Pecan pies, po boys, and plate lunches are really good, but I usually get Natchitoches meat or crawfish pies. Finest kind.
I almost never go to McDonalds or Burger King any more but when I would go to McDonalds I would almost order the same thing. Big Mac, fries and a Coke. The Big Mac is made exactly the same way every time. Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun. They almost never screwed it up unless they didn't give me as many packets of ketchup as I asked for. Burger King used to advertise "Have it Your Way." Pickles Onions extra lettuce, special orders don't upset us. BK doesn't put mustard on their burgers unless you ask for it. I would order a Whopper add mustard add extra onions. Lots if times they would still not put mustard on it. Sometimes no onions at all instead of extra. Sometimes way too much mustard. And BK should stop calling themselves a fast foot place. Even when they are not busy it takes a very long time for them to make your order. Yesterday I went to a Schlotzky's. Casual fast place- sandwiches, pizza, pasta, soup salad. I ordered a salad. Onions instead of black olives and blue cheese dressing. Got it with black olives, no onions and Italian dressing. A couple of times before I have ordered the tomato basil bisque. Supposed to come with pesto and fresh grated parmesan cheese in the middle. Once no pesto or parmsan. Both times soup cold and had to get them to microwave it.
I know what you mean. When I'm a long way between places to stop and still I gotta go I always hope that the bushes on the side of the road are clean. One time me and some buddies decided to go to New Orleans. We went on one guy's Camaro. Four big guys and one of the guy's wife. A big raw boned country girl from Winnfield or Winnsboro or someplace like that. We were drinking lots of beer so about halfway there we had to make a roadside stop. We all went into the bushes on the side of the road and went. We could hear the girl whining "How do I do this?" Then her hubby yelled "SQUAT WOMAN! SQUAT!"
Could work both ways. I knew a few guys who were trust fund babies. Party animals, drunks and dope fiends. Dropped out or flunked out. I thought they would be living of daddy's dime the rest of their lives. The ones I still know now or at least know what they are doing are doctors and lawyers. They must have got their shit together somewhere down the line. Maybe daddy threatened to cut them off.
I'm 50/50 on that. If I could do it all again, I would not put 1 penny in college fund. You want it, you go get it. I am 110% convinced that is the only way to go!
It's been said, but at this point I just hope to get something I ordered without spit in my food. No offense, but if you want anything decent, then don't go to a fast food place. I cannot even understand the people that talk through the loudspeaker. I feel so stupid every time I go to one.
You must be really stupid if you can't understand the Ebonics language spoken through a cracked drive thru window speaker.
