McDonalds Experience from Hell

O.M.G.

My kids and I went to McDonalds today. I told them we could go there for a special treat. Little did I know that I would be having a trip from hell.

We walk in the door and immediately Bella starts screaming at the top.of.her.lungs. Blood curdling screams. Why? Because a fly flew by. In case you don’t remember, she just recently got stung by a bee in her ear, so the fear is very real and the memories are very fresh still. I get her to calm down and we order our food and sit down. Now here I thought this was going to be a great trip because some how I managed to convince my kids that it is much better to sit outside of the play area than in that noisy hell hole.

Boy was I wrong. My son announces, very loudly, that he has to go to the bathroom. Before I can stop him, he darts into the mens room. There were other men in there. One of which, who looked very creepy. I couldn’t leave my little boy who talks to everyone, in there. So I open the door, announce “you better cover up what you don’t want seen” and march in, grab my sons hand and drag him in the women’s bathroom. I was humiliated.

If that wasn’t enough, a lady came out to clean the tables and my son lets her know that we were not finished. As if the food, napkins, sweet ‘n’ sour sauce, etc all over the table wasn’t enough for her to get it, but whatever. The lady responds with “I ain’t gonna wipe your table hun”. I cringe when I hear the word ain’t, but no biggie. Or so I thought. Zachary looks at her and says, without missing a beat “ain’t is not a word. You really should speak properly”. Yep. My son just corrected the 40 something year old woman cleaning tables at McDonalds. While I was proud of him for knowing and wanting to use proper English, I let him know that you do not correct adults like that. Do you think Zachary could leave it at that? Oh no. The next words out of his mouth are “well someone should”.

So ladies and gentlemen…when you think a quick little trip to McDonalds will be uneventful…think again.