McDonalds

Every time I visit McDonald’s, I order a black coffee– each time I reiterate «black coffee», «BLACK» coffee– and about half of the time the drink I receive is lousy with cream, and sometimes even sugar.
Once, I visited this location with a friend and explained this frequent occurrence to him, to which he responded «I think ‘black’ means that you want cream, just not sugar.» I parked my car, walked to the side opposite, and with a fury that could have shred the steel chassis of my 2001 Nissan Altima easily as though it were his liberal arts degree, I pulled open the passenger-​side door. I dragged my friend to the asphalt, his body falling limply and coiling swiftly like a stunned shellfish at the mercy of the hot blacktop, and I beat him to death in front of women and their children, beside the glut of cars on Oregon avenue, packed bumper-​to-​bumper and door-​to-​door, idling patiently at the behest of the impatient motorists.
It’s the food service equivalent of «for all intensive purposes», «dually noted», or «should of» (answer key: «intents and purposes», «duly», «should’ve»). Words, individually, have actual meaning. They aren’t just a collection of sounds that you can rewind and play back. Words are more than just muscle memory; more than the shape of one’s mouth. When I order my large coffee «black», I want a drink of the largest size and the deepest shade of brown.
The Filet o’ Fish was cooked to perfection.

This restaurant is new renovated clean and pretty bright environment for lunch and dinner!!! P. S. Thanks for the medium mocha frappé today on April fool.