For Tristan’s second installment I present to you…
The Life of a McDonalds
Hello dere, I am McDonalds. I will share with you my memories. I remember a time when a man walked in and he bought some nuggets and left. He just left me! He just took his nuggets and left!
But I don’t care because I am a building. I have no emotions. Everyday I hear the same things: crying babies, flushing toilets, and employees crying about their life choices. Sometimes, when I am bored, I watch people on the cameras. There is always this creepy clown who smiles. I mean he smiles 24-7. People call him Ronald McDonald. His last name is McDonald, but we are NOT related.
Now this McDonald clown is giving kids straws!
He walked inside and now the woman is giving him free nuggets! That dirty dirty clown! He’s eating all of the nuggets and shooing his little fan kids away. Man he’s such a tool!
And this was just a normal day in the life of a McDonalds building. My life sucks!
Please come visit me sometime.