McDonald's
Donut St
Donut City, Connecticut
Elderly Man: *gray hair, thick mustache and beard* I would like 20 piece Chicken McNuggets with BBQ sauce. *turns around to Vincent* You don't get any.
Vincent: I'm sorry?
Elderly Man: You heard me. No 20 piece Chicken McNuggets for you.
Vincent: I can get whatever I want. You ain't the boss of me.
Elderly Man: You listen to me, boy! If you get the 20 piece Chicken McNuggets, I'll call the cops on you!
Vincent: I would like the 20 piece Chicken McNuggets, please.
Elderly Man: I said no!!! Get something else!
Teenage Girl: Dude, leave him alone!
Elderly Man: Get something else! Get something else! Get something else! Get something else! Get something else!
Mental Institution People: *takes the elderly man out of McDonald's*
Teenage Girl: You can get whatever you want, dude! *smiles at Vincent*
Vincent: *smiles back*
This story was written on Tuesday, September 17th, 2024.
A/N That old goat is stupid! He can't dictate what people can or can't order at McDonald's! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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