So.
Last night Ryan and I (completely exhausted from filming two weddings in a row) had just left a wedding on 39th street and rolled through the McDonald’s off Metcalf and 78th area for a late night double cheeseburger. (yeah, as I write this it sounds gross to me too).
Ryan puts in his order and we round the building.
As we pull up we see a black Volkswagen Beetle with a rather large lady hanging out the drivers door picking up a dime off the ground.
She rolls herself back into the car (with some effort) and pulls up to where the pay window is, only about 3 feet away from it making it physically impossible to “hand” the money to the attendant.
The attendant leans out the window as far as possible (which was quite impressive) when all of the sudden we hear her yell something (completely un-intelligible) and throw a handful of change at the attendant. Change flew everywhere. Bouncing off the brick on the building, off the window, and up off the ground.
Ryan and I put our windows up because we were laughing too hard, and too loud and didn’t want her wrath to turn on us. (We had no way of knowing how much more change she had in the car)
Shortly after she pulled up to the next window without handing any more money to the attendant.
I pulled up and said “is she sober enough to be driving?”
“oh, she’s one of the mom’s of the kids that works here”
“oh, well that perfectly explains it then.”
We finally got to the food window where we experienced our next “character”. Upon requesting Ranch for Ryan’s fries the dude (in an almost muppet-like fashion) says “ranch, ranch, ranch” looking in different directions with every spoken “ranch”. He disappeared from view, then standing about 20 feet from the window yells from the distance with one in his hand. I gather that he’s asking how many so I yelled, “just one is fine”.
“this has been a rather interesting McDonald’s experience,” I say to Ryan.
“why yes, my good man, it has.”









