Post-production title: Dear Susie, when will you learn?
On my lunch break I decided to run to the optometrist to get my new glasses. After I got my glasses I figured I would stop at my closest fast-food, filth-hole and you were the closest one. I should have known better from previous experience that your sandwiches are terrible. I should have ordered a soft-serve ice cream cone because you have yet to find a way to fuck that up. But no, I was stupid again (or just maybe a little insane). I decided to try something I had not tried from your selection of over processed filth. I wanted to try your Filet-O-Fish sandwich.
Light, flaky white fish. Tangy tartar sauce and melty cheese. A delicious favorite at 380 calories. |
Yes, I know, you get what you pay for. But I got robbed for this piece of crap! |
I was NOT Lovin' It, I actually hated it so much I refused to eat it. I even wrote your filth overlord a nasty-gram. Not that it did any good. I got a canned email basically saying, "We strive for excellence. We will try better. Come back soon, yay!" In addition to hating it, I hated myself for being a retarded and going back to your filth hole of nasty. I should have at least suffered a cheaper, better, filth hole. Or better yet packed a lunch even though I knew I had to run lunch errands. Mc Donalds you need to change your new tag line to this:
Sincerely,
Your dissatisfied customer that will probably return for reasons of mental instability not because you are any good.
Your dissatisfied customer that will probably return for reasons of mental instability not because you are any good.
P.S. You guys fucking suck I hate you! >:(
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