Category Archives: McDonald’s

A Comment on Comments

What is it with people who leave these nasty ass comments as Anonymous? Very rarely does someone leave a comment that is less than kind and then have the balls to sign their name. Even if they did sign their name, who fucking cares? What am I gonna do? Go to your blogspot profile and then send you an email? Oooh, scary. Check out what this anonymous douchebag wrote:

I don’t tip and I’m American. I usually get the feeling from most waiters/waitress that they look at their customers as paychecks rather then people. If you don’t make enough money being a server you can quit. I too once worked a minimum wage job and unfortunately for me, society didn’t deem me worthy of tips. I worked at McDonalds by the way.

Hey Anonymous, you can read this post for a full explanation of why I keep my job. As for you, you never tip because you feel that “most” of your servers look at you as a paycheck? Guess what, asshat, that’s what you are. And if you feel that most do, what about those few who don’t? They don’t get tipped either? I’m sorry that you had the misfortune of working in a McDonald’s (it has an apostrophe by the way, idiot.) but you didn’t get tips there because you weren’t hired as a tipped employee. You made minimum wage, right? Waiters have a different minimum wage which is about $2.13 an hour depending on the state. If you consistently do not tip and you go into the same restaurant more than a few times, I can guarantee that the servers hate you. I can’t verify that they would do anything to your food, but it is very possible. Not likely since most servers (myself excluded of course) are highly professional people who take pride in their jobs. But they definitely don’t want you in their station. It goes something like this:

Waiter A: Oh shit, there’s that guy who used to work at McDonald’s.
Waiter B: Hey did you know that McDonald’s has an apostrophe in it?
Waiter A: Of course I do. Only dumb ass ignorant assholes who used to work at one wouldn’t know that. Duh. Anyway, it’s your turn to serve this guy because I had him last time and he never tips.
Waiter B: I know, I hate him. He’s always looking at me like I’m just this person that’s supposed to bring him his food. He’s creepy.
Waiter A: Yeah, I know. I wonder why he doesn’t tip.
Waiter B: I dunno. Maybe he can’t afford it. Oh well, I’ll serve him and hope for the best. That’s what we do, right?
Waiter A: Right. Don’t be mean to him though and spit in his food or anything. I feel sorry for him. I mean, he used to work at McDonald’s.
Waiter B: I would never spit in his food. That would be so immature of me and unprofessional. I’ll ask a cook to do it.
Waiter A: Yeah, that’s totally what I was thinking. Cool.

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McDonald’s/Road Rage

Have we all seen this crazy fucking McDonald’s addict who loses her shit when she finds out she can’t get McNuggets? Supposebly, she was there before 10:30 in the morning and they were only serving breakfast. Well, this ho wasn’t going to have that. She briefly considered filling out a comment card and then calling the McDonald’s customer service hot line, but then she decided it would be better if she just out out of her car and started beating the shit out of the drive thru window clerk.

I have never had the misfortune of working in fast food. There was a summer after college where I made daily trips to Burger King and Dairy Queen (the royal “we”) when I probably should have been put on their payroll, but never have I been officially. With my vast food service experience, if I ever take a foray into fast food, I would probably shoot right up the corporate ladder and be a shift leader immediately. Anyhoo, back to the video. This bitch is crazy for McNuggets but that McDonald’s worker is ready for the fight. I particularly like when she grabs that trick’s hair and tries to detach it from her head. And then they get the manager up in there too to fight the good fight. Out of everything though, the best part of the video is when she finally flees the scene and the next car drives like nothing happened up and is all, “Can I get a number two combo please? Super size me.” The worst part of the video? No audio. In my mind, it goes something like this:

Driver: I want McNuggets.
McD’s: We ain’t got those. How ’bout a McGriddle?
Driver: I want McNuggets.
McD’s: We ain’t got those right now. How ’bout a hashbrown?
Driver: Don’t make me cut you.
McD’s: How ’bout a McMuffin?
Driver: I am gonna kick you ass bitch.
McD’s: Manager! Manager!
Driver: (beating her) I’m gonna kick your ass, bitch. I want fucking McNuggets.
McD’s: Bitch, I got your hair now, what you gonna do now, huh? What chu gonna do?
Driver: I’m gonna smash the fucking window with my hand and if I can’t do that, I’m gonna get in my car and find something else to smash it with. Arrrg!
McD’s: How ’bout an apple pie?
Driver: Arrg! (smashes window and drives away)
McD’s: Thank you and have a nice day.

Anyone here work at McDonald’s and care to share your viewpoint?

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We don’t like children


The restaurant I work in is not for children. I don’t like kids. Cute ones are not any better than ugly ones, they all suck. However, people have in their head that our restaurant is for their children and constantly bring them in. When they come in with their offspring in the giant strollers and push furniture around to accommodate themselves it really pisses my shit off. For two Wednesdays in a row we have had a fucking Mommy and Me group overtake us. Nine women come in with at least nine strollers and then get all upset that there is no place to park them. Really? Why don’t you park it up your fat asses, ladies? They take over a whole section and barricade themselves in behind the strollers. It’s like the freaking Great Wall of China but instead of brick it’s made of stroller and baby. And I can’t get to the table to do the job that I don’t want to do anyway. I have to navigate through the Stroller Wall being careful to not wake the little darlings just so I can take nine orders of salads with everything on the side and low fat dressing because they are all trying to lose their baby weight. Heads up ladies, the low-cal dressing that I am serving you is actually full fat because I don’t give a shit about your baby weight. And you can all choke on the slices of lemon that you want for your water. You sit in my station for two hours and ignore your bratty crying whore children and ring up a check for 75 bucks and then tip me 10%. We don’t have a children’s menu, we don’t have crayons or paper, the music is going to stay loud because that’s what we do and we do not have American cheese. Get over it. Take your ugly baby and roll it down to McDonald’s for a kiddie meal and while you’re there get yourself a large number 5 combo because that baby weight is here to stay and you may as well live it up.