Yesterday, I went to McDonald's and I ordered a Big Mac. They gave me a Double Cheeseburger. I said, "I ordered a Big Mac!" To which the old lady behind the counter replied, "Would you like some fries with that?" I said, "Why yes, that would be delightful." So they gave me fries and I was like, "Now, can I have my Big Mac." The old lady replied, "Oh, you want a Big Mac. OK! Would you like fries with that?" I said, "Why yes, that would be delightful." The old lady gave me fries and a Big Mac. I then walked over to a booth, I opened by Big Mac carton, only to find a Double Cheeseburger. WTF? I walked up to the counter and spoke to the manager, "Sir, I ordered a Big Mac; the lady gave me a Double Cheeseburger."
He said, "A Big Mac? We don't have Big Macs here!"
I said, "Isn't this McDonald's?"
"No, this is Burger King!"
"Son of a bitch!"
I then threw a huge temper tantrum. I hit the wall with my fist a few times and bloodied my knuckles. I kicked a garbage can with my foot and sprained my ankle. I then broke down in tears, screaming, "ALL I WANTED WAS A BIG MAC!" Then a teenager walked up to me and said, "Get a hold of yourself, you whiney pussy! If you want a Big Mac so badly, just go to McDonald's. It's right across the street." He then smacked me upside the head a few times and kicked me in the nose four times. He walked away laughing, I continued crying. Finally, after whining for half an hour, I retained my composure, got up, and walked over to McDonald's. I ordered a Big Mac, and it was far and away the best Big Mac I ever had.