⭐ 0.5/5 I went to McDonald’s expecting a quick snack. 25 minutes later, I’m questioning the very fabric of reality. TWO Snack Wraps and a Junior Chicken. TWO. SNACK. WRAPS. AND A JUNIOR CHICKEN. I could have personally hand-delivered a five-course meal to myself faster than this. By the time my food arrived, I had aged noticeably. My ancestors would have been born, lived, and died in the time it took for me to get my order. I stared into the void of the drive-thru speaker, asking it why. The Snack Wraps were lukewarm, the Junior Chicken looked like it had survived a small civil war, and my patience? Absolutely annihilated. I think I saw a snail pass me on the highway on the way back, and it looked at me with more urgency than the McDonald’s staff. If you want fast food that tests your existential patience, sure… go ahead. Otherwise, prepare to be spiritually scarred.
