Mr. Barnaby Franklin Ankycra walked in to McDonald's with a chip on his shoulder. Nothing was going to get in the way of his Big Mac. He actually smiled as he endearingly muttered, "Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce cheese etc." Those ingredients were "nectar and ambrosia," to his poor, disillusioned taste buds. He noted that there were no other customers in line, and that the cashier was just standing there waiting. Nothing WAS going to get in the way. He walked up to the counter.
"I'll take a Big Mac," he stated authoritatively. No answer. "Ahem! I'll take a BIG MAC!" Still no answer. He took another look at the cashier. One arm was crooked strangely and her eyes were very... vacant. Then, her lips twisted into a goofy smile, and she began to wave: slowly and kinda like a rodeo queen or something. Mr. Ankycra hmphed, but then spotted a small silver bell on the counter.
Ophelia stands proudly on the stage. Someone hands her about three dozen roses. She smiles and waves graciously at her crowd of adoring fans. They scream wildly, but then fall silent as she opens her mouth to speak. Pearls of wisdom and hilarities fall from her lips. The audience sits, enraptured. This is the fourth meeting of the Reluctant Dragon Fan Club.
Ding! DingdingdingdingdingdingDING! Ophelia is pulled back to earth by the sound of a bell. A disgruntled old man frowns at her. She is once again wearing a McDonald's tie and one of those stupid visor that McDonald's makes their poor employees put on.
"You listen to me young lady, I want one Big Mac right NOW!"
"Yes sir, of course, sir, right away sir." Ophelia mumbles sadly. "That'll be $3.53." She does a quick mental calculation: $12459.72 -$3.53
3 COMMENTS:
I'd have to say that this one is my favorite.
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great job!!!
The three dozen roses are nice, but what about the 14 dozen I bought you? Are they back in your dressing room where your entourage awaits?
Love,
Your mother
Waiting for more! =)
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