MahouTragicQueen
Comrade Clara
I just took me forty-five freaking minutes to go get fast food. That makes me sad.
What happened?
Ah, let Clara regall you with tales of her wacky and completely spell-proof adventures.
First, we went to Little Caeser's. Yes, they still exist, and they are still ******** delicious. The place was totally swamped, and looked understaffed. We waited for about ten minutes just to place an order for Crazy Bread. And then they didn't have it. We could've waited ten more minutes, but that's just not how Clara rolls.
I was dissapointed, of course. I love Crazy Bread with every single fiber of my being. It is one of only four things (one junk food, two game series, and one political/economic system) that I will go totally fangirl for. And they didn't have it. That's not good.
Then we went to McDonald's and I got six McNuggets and a small McFrench McFries. Since these edibles taste better than ketchup, I resolved not to eat them in the car.
Since my mom is not a fan of the so-called "food" that can be purchased at McDonald's, we continued on to Taco Cabana so she could get some Fallujahs (whatever). They said that the Fallujahs would be ready in two minutes, and that my mom should wait out front. So we waited out front. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes later, my mom goes in and finally gets the damn food. By this time, I had eaten all of my McFries and three of my cold McNuggets.
On the bright side, we got extra food. So I guess I shouldn't be bitchin'.
But it still makes Clara sad.
crying