I was ordering at the drive thru. I have a condition that causes my hearing to be diminished, so naturally it can be difficult for me to calibrate my speaking volume. Apparently, I was speaking too quietly to the tastes of the ubermensch sitting behind the speaker. He said AND I QUOTE “I can’t hear a word you’re saying”. Naturally, I spoke up. But apparently, Goldilocks wanted to try some more porridge. When I reached the window, I was so taken aback by the scintillating wit that stood before me. Frankly, I’m guessing there were famed authors around the world spinning MADLY in their urns. Walt Whitman, gone. Dickens? Irrelevant. This man said, and I’ve thought long and hard about his display of sheer literary genius, “can you hear me now?” with the sass of someone that can only be summoned by someone so ferociously dissatisfied with his life that he would find himself working at a MCDONALDS at 11PM. When I tried to explain my condition and that I hadn’t meant to be rude to him (I am a human after all), he said “I don’t care” (another stroke of genius, let us hope only that this man has someone taking diction). Now, I do not mind not being treated like the center of the universe when I interact with the minimum wage. I do not even mind a little bit of rudeness or sass, because we’re people and that’s important to communication. HOWEVER, what I will not tolerate is bad repartee. And in this case, what does that even mean? If you remember HE was the one who could not HEAR ME! That does not make sense that is stupid that doesn’t pass as persiflage. And I have only one question for you sir. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? (Also the nuggets were profoundly stale. Jesus Christ, and the McFlurries tasted like cool whip and poverty.) Sincerely three disappointed customers