McD's

The logistics of the
2-lane drive-thru
line at McDonald's
is a fairly simple concept
learned by most 4-year olds:

his turn, her turn,
my turn, your turn.

After the car in lane 2
ordered his McSomething,
he moved up a bit.
I ordered a small half-cut iced tea.
I moved up a bit.

Apparently the two grown men-children
two cars back in both lanes
wanted to fight for that prized
1-car length advantage
to get to the window
to grab their mouthwatering
unhappy meals.

There were threats,
there was foul language
that did not follow the
McTheme of it all.
Tense moments that
soured the half-sweetness
of my tea.

Where, oh where is Ronald when you need him?

If we cannot play well together,
we are all McDoomed.

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