Stepping out of the dry summer heat and into the cool-aired, yet greasy smelling building, Jason stepped up to the counter. Instead of being greeted with a cheery smile, he was met with a disgusted eye roll and bored “Go head.” After having to repeat his order several times, since the cashier was only half-paying attention, Jason finally completed his lunch order. Seeing as he had had a rough day, he decided he deserved a delicious treat as a reward, and he proceeded to try to add an ice cream to his order. To no one’s surprise when Jason asked for his ice cream the rude cashier gave him her dirtiest look and a snarky reply, “The machine broke.”
Disappointed that he could not have ice cream, Jason took his meal ticket and went to wait for his order to be ready. While he was waiting, Jason decided to use the restroom. Big mistake, Jason, big mistake. Walking into the restroom, he stepped right into a suspicious liquid. Not only is the floor littered with discarded paper towels, but there is a heavy, repugnant smell lingering in the air. Disgusted by what he smelled and saw, Jason rushed to wash his hands and to get back in the line for his food. After what seemed like the longest wait of his life, Jason received his food and went to find an open seat as far away from the obnoxiously loud children. Sitting down in a booth closest to the window, Jason wished he had ordered his food to go. Not only could he still hear the children yelling and running after one another, he could hear the disgusting, suction cup sound of their shoes leaving the suspiciously sticky floor.
Another distinguishable sound that could be made from across the restaurant was a customer catching an attitude with the middle age woman working the counter. It seems that not only did her order take almost thirty minutes to get out, but her order was also incorrect. Being the town that we live in, it was expected that the woman working the counter would get an attitude with the customer. What started as petty name-calling, turned into a large dispute of who was in the wrong. Poor Jason was just trying to enjoy his lunch, just like any happy-go-lucky citizen.
Instead, he got a ghetto version of Broadway entertainment. After overhearing many threats of calling the police and contacting the manager, things started to settle down, and Jason began to enjoy his lunch. That is until an elderly couple turned their attention from their mischievous grandson, who ran up behind Jason as he was refilling his cup and yelled, “BOO!”
Letting out a high-pitched squeal, Jason dumped his soda all over his shirt. Heaving a sigh Jason sulked back to his table to clean off his shirt. Leaving the restaurant, Jason was more depressed than when he arrived. All Jason wanted was to enjoy his chicken nuggets.