I went to McDonalds the other day. Although I shouldn’t. I have a complicated love hate relationship with the meat clown and this time he just pulled me in. I had my mind set on a triple cheeseburger meal. Just hit me with cheese and meat, clown boy, give me your best shot.

At the counter I’m greeted by a friendly staffer and get ready to order.

“A large triple cheeseburger meal. Take-a…”

“Naaaaaaa!”

The guy behind the counter cuts me off with some sort of high-pitched sound. He sounds a bit like an angry cockatoo.

“I beg your pardon”, I say, more than just a little surprised.

“What?”, the guy behind the counter says, ignoring what just happened.

“Eh, ok, a large triple cheeseburger meal. Could you make it take-a…”

“Kaaaaa!”

This time I’m quiet. The guy looks at me. I look at him. It’s a burger standoff of sorts. At the stainless steel border.

“A large triple cheeseburger meal. Anything else?” Cockatoo Boy continues, without raising an eyebrow.

“Eh, no, take-aw…”

“Naaaa!”

He walks over to the fries to get my stuff. On his way he mutters more bird sounds to himself.

“Kraaa! Naaa!”

He simply seems to have some sort of bird variety of Tourettes. I look around. The other customers haven’t noticed a thing. Mr Big Bird on crack comes back and puts my food on the tray. I’m now facing a dilemma. I don’t want to eat my meal in-house. The restaurant is packed with people eating their food like there’s no tomorrow. I need to be alone in my fast food shame, not share it with the general public. This day they also seem to have staff taken from the drug version of the The Jungle Book. I’m definitely not eating in. No way, Jose. I decide to try a last time. Maybe I can surprise him. If I’m really quick, maybe he won’t get a chance to cut me off with another cockatoo sound.

Maybe.

“TAKE-AWAY!!”, I yell loud, fast and very punchy with a high-pitched voice. I’m almost spitting the words out so he won’t be able to stop me.

Feeling pretty good about myself, I look around. The whole restaurant has gone quiet. They’re all looking at me. The screaming moron at register four. The guy with the smug smile.

“Ooook, sure”, the guy says. His eyes are wide open. There’s a crazy guy standing opposite him, SCREAMING. He looks very surprised. And a little scared.

I quickly grab my bag and drink and hurry towards the exit. I can feel people looking at me. Their hateful glances almost burning a hole in my back.

“It’s his fault! The Cockatoo Boy made me do it”, I want to turn around and scream, but I realize nothing good would come from that. My lunatic score is already off the charts. I’m better off running. Away. Awaaaaaay.

But you know.

And I know.

It was Cockatoo Boy’s fault.

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LOL! This sounds like an SNL skit!

I keep finding these little gems on your blog. The pictures, the writing, the stories – all just fantastic.

I have just discovered your blog after a very bland day…this just made me laugh like a crazy person until I started crying!! Thank you!

I know everyone else already said the same, but SO funny. I am sitting here, by myself, and have never laughed so hard… alone.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha! “The cockatoo boy made me do it” Excellent!

I found this story way too funny! Now I must read more…

BTW, would’ve been even more hilarious to hear an audio clip. LOL

Good thing it wasn’t full body Tourettes (Crank 2) or you would’ve been in real trouble. I suppose the stand off will have no sequel and you’ll take your love/hate relationship to another Mackas:-P Even though we all know it was the Cockatoo Boy’s fault! LOL.

Hahaha… too good! I know you’re coming up on heavy OZ wedding season.. but I hope you continue to add stuff like this.. hilarious!

Hahaha, it’s as funny in english as it is in swedish. Love that story.

I’m sitting here laughing out loud for my self like the other’s. Love that story.

oh god, mcdonalds?? i can’t visit your blog anymore!!!
ehh… well.. i might. if only you’d had your camera… a picture of cockatoo boy worth a thousand KRAAAAAAAs…
i like your word stories, too! more, please! :)

I just about died of laughter reading this. Holy cow.

I love that story! Great that you translated it from swedish:)

That’s hilarious!

I had you down as a bit of a hippy too, I think it’s the facial hair.

cara @ lillian and leonard

Well if their agency ever commission you to direct an ad, you’ve already got a script in the bag. Perhaps. Maybe.

Tehe. So now you’ll be known as the crazy Swede who goes around shouting at maccy dees employees. :D Can’t stop giggling.

This one is one of my favorites. For sure.

Triple cheeseburgers? They don’t have those here in the United States. I guess everything is bigger in Australia.

Funny story. My favorite was the “It’s a burger standoff of sorts. At the stainless steel border.” Hysterical.

Come visit me in the United States, I’ll get you a REAL burger.

So funny! Like Kyle I, too, had you down as a yogurt-weaver.

For some reason I had you pegged as one of those hippy guys that only eats nuts and things that can be scavenged from the fruits of the earth.

Seems like McDonald’s is a pretty good place to go though, if you need crazy stories to post on your blog :)

Jonas lol.. your writing is priceless.. Big Big fan

You had me loling. Thanks for the laugh.

thanks for the laugh. I too was laughing out loud.

i was literally laughing out loud while reading this. that’s so funny.

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