Ah a new day bestows upon y/n and Lady dimitrescu. It would be a prefect day- if only y/n wasn't a little shit head anyways on with the story 😩
"LADY D, LADY D!!" you yell
"ugh what is it now y/n?" lady dimitrescu says already hating life
"can we go to mc Donald's? there's nothing to eattt and I hate blood." you say as you look up at the tall lady while pulling on her dress.
"stop pulling on my dress first off- and secondly what is gods name is mc Donald's?" she says
"its a fast food place- please can we just go?" you say
"fine. get in the car."
y/n and Lady dimitrescu both pile into what looks like a clown car. some how Lady dimitrescu is able to drive- anyways after 10 minuets of y/n saying "ARE WE THERE YET" you two finally get there.
"hello welcome to mc Donald's just say when your ready to order." said the poor under payed fast food employ.
"ya can i get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- happy meal." you say.
"and for you ma'am?" the employ said to the tall lady.
"i would like a- *squints eyes* ice cream cone please." said lady dimitrescu
"sorry its broken-" the employ said but got cut off.
"THE HELL YOU MEAN ITS BROKEN? SOMEONE IS USING IT AS WE SPEAK."
a different employ that is using the ice cream machine hears this and turns around shaking- crying even. who knows.
"m-my bad-" said the employ as they hurried to the machine to get some ice cream from it.
"one happy meal and one ice cream- is that all?" the employ said.
"YES THANK YOU!" you exclaimed and hurried off to a booth
poor employ proceeded to die of shock while lady dimitrescu and y/n were seated at a dungy booth.
"look at the toy i got in my happy meal- its a little race car!" you say happily.
"that's nice dear-" said lady dimitrescu as she proceeded to eat the ice cream cone in one munch.
y/n finishes eating and the two of you pile back into the clown car and go home.
"remind me to never go there again." said lady dimitrescu.
YOU ARE READING
"stupid man thing"
Humorshort random shenanigans y/n seems to get into (that Lady Dimitrescu isnt always fond of) (all art is done by me in ms paint :])
