The number of the meal!
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Most·Important·Meal &
Naughty·lil·Devils
Hit McDonald's today, for wont of something greasier, and was glad the lines weren't so thick. While I was waiting to order, someone brought up a tray and looked at the receipt before calling out "#666? Meal #666! Who has 666?" to which I made the face of fear exagerrated greatly and she smiled and turned red.
I followed this up with lancing the pointing fingers of both hands into a makeshift cross to ward away the evil food offering; she nearly fell over laughing.
Got up to the counter and ordered (chesseburger, large fries, large chocolate shake) and though a different woman took my order, the one with the devilish tray was the one who brought my food. I thanked her and she smiled, and then I carefully peeked into the bag.
"What number is this, by the way?"
She did fall over.
Hit McDonald's today, for wont of something greasier, and was glad the lines weren't so thick. While I was waiting to order, someone brought up a tray and looked at the receipt before calling out "#666? Meal #666! Who has 666?" to which I made the face of fear exagerrated greatly and she smiled and turned red.
I followed this up with lancing the pointing fingers of both hands into a makeshift cross to ward away the evil food offering; she nearly fell over laughing.
Got up to the counter and ordered (chesseburger, large fries, large chocolate shake) and though a different woman took my order, the one with the devilish tray was the one who brought my food. I thanked her and she smiled, and then I carefully peeked into the bag.
"What number is this, by the way?"
She did fall over.