I went to the men's room to urinate. Both of the urinals were marked "out of order", so I decided to use the toilet in the stall. God almighty. what I discovered floating in that toilet send a jolt through my system! The toilet was filled to the rim with brownish-yellow water and toilet paper. In addition, there was a tremendous stool partially floating beneath the toilet paper. I must have been 11 or 12 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. It weighed, I tell you, no less than 2 full pounds. Who in the name of the Baby Jesus depositied this monstrosity in the washroom equipment? And how did they expel such a thing without dropping dead on the spot? Needless to say, I did not urinate in that men's room!
Instead, when I ordered my lunch, I mentioned to the lass at the counter that there was a problem in the men's room and that she should report it to her manager. Of course, I did not divulge the details as I did not want to burden a young lady with such terrible matters.
When my food was ready, I took my tray to a table and sat down to savor the textures and aromas of one of America's most traditional dining establishments.
Soon thereafter, a young man wearing a McDonald's uniform entered the men's room with a mop and a plunger. Within a minute, the lad ran out to get the manager. The manager went in to the men's room with the young fellow. Then both of them came out almost immediately.
The manager walked up to my table and said, "Sir, I have to ask you to leave and never return to this restaurant again. Otherwise, I will call the police. The choice is yours. You are a pervert". Oh how those words will forever ring in my ears!. Ever so many people saw this transpire. I was mortified!
My Dear Father Who Art in Heaven, why on earth would I be blamed for that attrocity in the toilet? Now I am shamed and embarrassed and I feel my name and image are tarnished and soiled, repsecitvely. Oh whatever shall I do?
One thing for certain is I will never report problems in the rest room to anyone!
Instead, when I ordered my lunch, I mentioned to the lass at the counter that there was a problem in the men's room and that she should report it to her manager. Of course, I did not divulge the details as I did not want to burden a young lady with such terrible matters.
When my food was ready, I took my tray to a table and sat down to savor the textures and aromas of one of America's most traditional dining establishments.
Soon thereafter, a young man wearing a McDonald's uniform entered the men's room with a mop and a plunger. Within a minute, the lad ran out to get the manager. The manager went in to the men's room with the young fellow. Then both of them came out almost immediately.
The manager walked up to my table and said, "Sir, I have to ask you to leave and never return to this restaurant again. Otherwise, I will call the police. The choice is yours. You are a pervert". Oh how those words will forever ring in my ears!. Ever so many people saw this transpire. I was mortified!
My Dear Father Who Art in Heaven, why on earth would I be blamed for that attrocity in the toilet? Now I am shamed and embarrassed and I feel my name and image are tarnished and soiled, repsecitvely. Oh whatever shall I do?
One thing for certain is I will never report problems in the rest room to anyone!