i go thru there like three times a week in the morning for an egg mcmuffin on the way to work (porridge is out for a while. i like my poops less regular.) and she always says the same thing and she sounds like she's got a pile of shit in her mouth: "yawl todle is free nineteen pleez pull ahead und haf a nise dway." an she always makes eye contact a little too long. then there's the semi-retard guy who hands me my egg mcmuffin who calls me "bud." "hey bud," he says, and he smiles way too big. like he's making fun of me or something. but his pants are too big and his belt is too tight and he wears 1980s style metal frame glasses. but man do i love that fucking egg mcmuffin. expecially when the english muffin is a little burned and nice and buttery.