
I called the corporation phone number and it didn't connect. Sounds Filet-O-Fish fishy...
I was going to blog about how pathetic the McDonald's restaurants here are. The whole concept of fast food escapes the employees on island. Sitting in the drive-thru (even if there's just one or two cars ahead of you) is a death sentence.
Pick-up orders can be worse because you can actually look over the counter and witness the morons in action.
When it comes down to it, I shouldn't eat that crap anyway. But for a deadline writer on an island known for convenience, it's either Mickey D's or cardboard pizza from a gas station. You make the call.
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