Two $1.05 pre-Rolls, containing point 5 a piece, split equally with my homie Danny B. At 2:30 or 3:00 in the a.m. gave us telepathic powers, which we used to communicate dining arraignments, concluding Micky D’s to be the unanimous favorite, as the geographically closest restaurant also currently being advertised on television.
“I got two dollars, bro” Dan announces, permanently annihilating our recently acquired telepathic powers.
“ I also have two dollars, somehow,”I stated, while holding up a crumpled paper Jefferson in amazement.
Lightning Newport 100’s, while leaving the third floor apartment as the door securely closes behind us, we embark into the solid darkness of a town void of streetlights, toward the distant glow of the Golden Arches.
store televisions broadcast liberal news shows discussing transgender bathrooms and the ancient historical urination code of Hammurabi, except I was not really paying attention to them, just like we were standing in line behind people already holding paper receipts, having already ordered.
We waited behind people until the sales associate informed us of the situation, apologizing for the 5 minutes of waiting, which I interpreted to imply that all time spent inside a McDonald’s is an egregious event requiring additional money all the time, because my friend’s order totaled $2.36, an odd number of cents, & having only two dollars I gave him two quarters and a dime, yet somehow he was still 6¢ short, a fractional amount of money, which he simply found on the counter, finally satisfying the demands of the employee operating the cash machine. When he was done paying, the sales associate asks what I want from the menu & not actually having been there to get anything from them,
I told her “double cheeseburger”, an item I anticipated being $1.06, since I haven’t been to a McDonald’s since some time in 20o1,& I had forgotten to factor in inflation, or perhaps I used to order hamburgers or mcChicken sandwiches, either way a mcDouble Cheeseburger costs $2.27 & having given my homie all my lose change found myself 27¢ shy of the bill, a relief since I never wanted Micky D’s originally, yet her eyes demanded more money.
“I only have this 2 dollars,” I informed, holding up my bill of certified united states federal currency, yet her eyes burned an unspoken & unspecified ultimatum.
“ I gave all my change to my friend, remember, you were there?” I implore.
My statements only infuriate her more, since she now realizes that her corporate greed just moments prior had economic costs, & the $2 would not be spent at McDonald’s today, Although inevitably the money will become a McDonald’s transaction,
Eventually everyone goes to McDonald’s, a 24 hour fast food restaurant In a town containing 17 total restaurants, with only 4 of them open after midnight (allegedly).and All McDonald’s are basically the same.