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Well, you don't hear this every day....

"I'll have two nice pieces of tomato on a toasted bun with a little bit of ketchup. NO meat, NO cheese, NO nuthin'. And I'm only paying a dollar. That's what I did last time."

This particular order was placed today by Grandma Moses at the McDonald's counter with a clerk who looked extremely confused. It eventually took 10 minutes and four people to complete the order, figure out how to charge Grandma Moses and to realize that it was NOT a cheese sandwich that she was ordering (remember the NO cheese part?). Who says you need to go to Disney World to get a little decent entertainment ?!
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Amy @ Taste Like Crazy said…
In a land far, far away and a time in the distant past, I worked at McDonalds (my first job).
Wonderful customers like "Grandma Moses" were the ones who made my job a joy. ;)
6/27/2007 1:35 PM
Melanie said…
That is hilarious!!
6/27/2007 8:58 PM
Unknown said…
Gees Jennifer, why go to Disney World when we get to read your blogs every day?!
6/28/2007 7:38 AM
Anonymous said…
reminds me of when i went to mcdonalds with my grandfather. he ordered a burger medium well with a slice of onion. i worked at mcdonalds, the onions are all diced and their is no option as to how you want it cooked. but yes, people like him made the job much more interesting:)
donna s.
6/28/2007 9:09 AM
Rochelle said…
Too funny! How muchyawanna bet Grandma Moses is quite a charactier outside of McDonalds as well?
6/28/2007 10:43 AM
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