McDonald's Drive Thru
The Other Side of the Speaker
McDonald’s Drive Thru.
A long, agonizing pause,
“Welcome to Popeye’s.”
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McDonald’s Drive Thru.
Forgetting What I Wanted.
But I yelled, “Sweet Tea!”
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McDonald’s Drive Thru.
Mouth Drooling at the Menu.
“We have NO French Fries.”
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Molly Angie Moustafa
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