This morning I decided to treat myself for breakfast and go to McDonalds before coming in to work. I wouldn't normally do this but until I go grocery shopping beef jerky and frozen pizza isn't the most fulfilling breakfast. I was under the assumption that it would be a quick trip through the drive through, pick up an egg mcmuffin and coffee, and be on my way in lickety split. That assumption was wrong.
Firstly the drive-thru line was a dozen cars deep, but that just seems like the new norm around Midland that I just need to get used too. The blog worthy event happened when the guy in front of me ordered 50 SAUSAGE BURRITOS. 50 BURRITOS! At McDonalds! In the Drive-Thru!
Who does that? Why wouldn't you just go inside? Can you call ahead and order at McDonalds? Does McDonalds do catering now? How badly does the cook hate the drive-thru guy? Is society crumbling?
All these questions and more were racing through my head as I felt my morning slip away from me, but thank heaven for small mercys. They had the burrito king pull up and wait instead of taking up valuable drive-thru space. But I could hear the people scrambling in the background as I pulled up to order. This is where instead of ordering the classic mcmuffin I decided to indulge in a little first world anarchy: "Yes I would like one sausage burrito please"
And several minutes later when I finally had my single burrito and burrito king was still waiting I held my burrito up in salute as I drove past. He may have ruined my morning... but that burrito sure was tasty.
