While Glenn filled up the veg tank, I sauntered into the local McDonald’s for some fries.
I took a leak and some random dude took a crap. Then as I washed up, he finished up and left the bathroom without washing. Ish. Then the dumbdumb went to the touchscreen kiosk to swipe his shitty hand on public order screen.
I went to the other screen and started ordering something fatty. We have a rule that if poutine is on the menu, Glenn and I MUST order it. What to our surprise, but Canadian McD’s have poutine now. So I ordered two boxes.
It was hard for Glenn to eat poutine with while driving, but he made due. If he can’t eat poutine while driving a dangerous vehicle, then why even bother living at all.
Onward.
