Fur real, you guys...

The furry diaper. It's gone.

-Lovin' It

Slow Day at the Arches

Today’s McSperience was relatively uneventful. Three noteworthy observations, and none are the fault of McDonald's, but rather the eclectic mix of patrons:

1. Upon approaching the door to the building, I noticed something unusual in the tall bushes along the sidewalk. As I rounded the corner, the object revealed itself to be a winter stocking hat. On the head of an elderly, withered homeless man perched in between two bushes, not unlike a garden gnome. He said nothing.
2. Inside the store, the line moved quickly. There was a girl sitting at a table behind me. When her friend shuffled out of the bathroom, the girl at the table yelled across the room “Patty get your crusty feet outta here!” To which Patty barked “Go die.” To my knowledge, the girl at the table is still with us.
3. Walking back to work, the furry diaper was still there.
   

-Lovin’ It

Hall of Fame

I want to share what is, perhaps, my greatest McSperience to date. I was heading out of the office for an early afternoon client meeting. I had about 15 minutes to swing through McDonald's for my snack wraps (grilled, of course...I have a reputation to maintain) and make it across town.

With no cars in the drive through, I was sure timing wasn't an issue. I order and pull around, where they tell me it will be a short wait while they grill fresh chicken. So I pull into a parking spot and put on a private concert to my Lady GaGa mix. For ten full minutes I sat there. That's a long time when you're just waiting, especially when I have somewhere to be.

So I throw the car in reverse and back up to the window. I tell the guy that it's been 10 minutes and I have an appointment to keep. I ask if I can come back in an hour to get the wraps. He was very apologetic and said that would be fine. Frustrated and hungry, I head off for my meeting.

An hour later I reappear at McDonald's to claim my food. Now, knowing their extremely low success rate for getting anything right, I'm skeptical of the transaction that is about to go down. I doubted they would have any clue what I was talking about, even though it had only been an hour. I also wondered if they would actually try to serve me the now-cold snack wraps they originally made for me. To mitigate any unnecessary confusion, I decided to go inside the store, rather than attempt this maneuver from the drive through line.

Inside, I approach the counter with my receipt in-hand. I mentally prepared myself for a verbal (and possibly physical) altercation with the unhappy-to-be-there staff. I let the girl know I was there an hour earlier, but there was a hold up and I had to leave. Shockingly, she said:

"Oh I remember. You ordered two snack wraps. Hold on and we'll make you new ones."

I was, obviously, surprised. I even began to feel a little bit guilty for pre-judging them so harshly. A minute later, she handed me a bag full of warm goodness.

I headed back to work with a renewed faith in the Golden Arches. There at my desk, ready to snack on my wraps, I open the bag to find an absence of anything chicken. Instead, the bag was full of french fries. There was only one thing I could do to make myself feel better. So I ate them.

-Lovin' It

Highlight of the day: 6/26/09

It's late and I'm tired. And my belly is full of two snack wraps and a strawberry shake. Let me just point out the highlight of today's McSperience. I wandered down with a co-worker (who may appear regularly as a featured columnist on this blog). On the journey back to the office, we passed an adult diaper laying on the sidewalk. Full of a big furry _____?

The point is that we aren't sure WHAT it was. But if you'd like to fill in the blank, please feel free to send your suggestions. Or walk a block west and check it out for your dang selves.

-Lovin' It.