Never go inside a McDonald's
Let me start off by saying that I rarely eat fast food anymore (probably 4-5 times per month). One of the main reasons is because my wife is a vegetarian and, as Jules so wisely noted in "Pulp Fiction," that pretty much makes me a vegetarian, too.

With that said, I still like to "dig on swine" occassionally. So, I spend most of my 4-5 monthly fast food visits at McDonald's during breakfast hours. And despite my horror while watching "Super Size Me," I usually get... the McGriddle.

Today, I was heading in to work a little early and found the McDonald's drive-thru line wrapped around the building (yet another reason I shouldn't go into work early). I took a quick peek into the dining room and saw only one person in line. Against my better judgment, I parked the car and went inside. Bad move.

First of all, the lone guy in line also worked at McDonald's. I think he figured it was OK to totally be mackin' on the cashier when he was off the clock, so they chatted and flirted and laughed for a couple of minutes before finally taking my order.

Next, an angry old man came bursting in and went behind the counter to confront the woman at the drive-thru window (No kidding!). The man claimed that he didn't get any sausage on his sausage biscuit. Apparently, he thought the woman in the drive-thru window would have his sausage. This whole confrontation ground food preparation to halt for a couple of minutes while Gramps was wrestled to the floor (Just kidding, there was no wrestling...unfortunately).

Finally, I find out that this McDonald's maintains a single order queue. So all of the orders from the drive-thru are getting filled before mine. I simply have the benefit of being inside enjoying the "show."

After all that, I walk out with my McGriddle just as the car that was originally behind me in line pulls up to the window to pick up their food. Ba-da-ba-ba-bah, I'm lovin' it.