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For some reason, Pickle had a night time craving for some fast food, McDonalds specifically. Over the past few days, Pickle had been doing absolutely nothing other than playing games like an absolute saddo. Eventually he would fall asleep with a console in hand, but this time his eyes wouldn’t even shut. He felt like shit, but how could he make it better? That’s right, a fucking happy meal at 9pm on a rainy Friday night.
“Do I really need to go to McDonalds right now…?” He thought, staring at his car keys that were kept on his bedside table.
“Uuugghhh… whatever, its not like this will fix my current state but I really want a burger.” He said groggily, rubbing his eyes and getting out of his bed. After staring at the ceiling for hours, at least he’ll have something to do.
Grabbing a jacket and putting on some shoes, Pickle walked outside. Heavy rain soaked him the minute he set foot on his driveway, which obviously wasn’t ideal but he was going to eat inside anyways. He started the car, putting on the radio to give him some background noise other than the water droplets crashing against the windows.
A few minutes passed and he parked his car, walking towards the building, the cold air brushing against him. By the looks of it, McDonalds was literally packed with people. Once he stepped inside, the sound of chatter and the smell of grease overwhelmed him which didn’t surprise him because this is a dirty and gross fast food joint. Regardless, he was going to get a happy meal. Walking up to a small queue near the counter to soon place his order he endlessly scrolled on his phone, impatient.
“What is taking everyone so long?? I literally only want a happy meal and a sprite.” Pickle wondered, looking over at the counter. There were a few people taking orders and making food, which was pretty surprising considering that there was so many customers.
As time passed, Pickle finally made it to the front. A boy who looked about his age stood in front of him to take his order, and his appearance caught his eye. Silver hair cut into a mullet with the sides shaved and dyed black, countless piercings, eyebags, and obviously the signature depressing uniform. His expression seemed slightly annoyed and judging by the eyebags, he was obviously tired.
“Don’t just stand there, order something…” The employee scowled, clearly weirded out by getting stared at by some complete stranger.
“Rude, all I wanted was a happy meal and a large sprite?” Pickle fought back, surprised at the sudden attitude.
The boy rolled his eyes and put his order down, Pickle noticing something. “Uh, I said a large not a small..” Pickle said, confused.
“You wasted my time, I don’t even want to be here right now slaving away taking orders in this place that is ridden with fat slobs and crying children. You are going to take this small sprite whether you like it or not, and you will drink this sprite like it’s the best thing you have ever tasted in your life.” Was the response.
Every word rolled off his tongue with ease as if he’d practiced it for hours, his voice rough and bassy. Pickle was shocked, this wasn’t what he expected and this clearly wasn’t customer service. But, Pickle just agreed and sat down with his meal.
Pickle opened his happy meal that had the sonic toy taken out of probably because of the angry one over there, which made him slightly disappointed - but to ease the pain he unwrapped his burger and bit into it. It barely had any taste as per usual, I think if you were going to go out of your way to drive somewhere for a snack you would pick one with decent food. Angrily munching on his burger Pickle thought about coming back again to complain, he may have lost the fight but he will win the war.
“I didn’t even waste his time? I was admiring his appearance and I could’ve even complimented him!!” Pickle argued in his head.
“I could’ve been looking at the menu to order, maybe if he didn’t treat me so horribly he would get a 5 star review and a tip to go along with it.” He continued, taking a few quick sips of his sprite.
Whatever was going on, Pickle wasn’t going to be silenced and he was going to fight for his right as a customer to be respected like the absolute legend he was.
After coming back home Pickle flopped onto his bed and immediately fell asleep, he needed rest for his confrontation. That trip to McDonalds literally drained him, but least he can get some shut-eye for now.