The creepy guy who works at the McDonald’s by my house

Sweet Mother of God, she's pulling into the drive-thru.

I wonder what she'll order today...I know she loves those chicken honey mustard snack wraps, but maybe she's in a McDouble mood...

Wow, the way she sticks her head out the window. Her hair is flying everywhere, into her face and even her mouth, but she's still smiling.

She rolled the window back up and as she moves to window one she's fixing her hair...not smiling anymore. She probably thinks her hair is like a rat's nest, but I think it's more like a-

Oh snap. She licked her finger and is running it over her eyelid...fixing her eyeliner, maybe. Dear God, that was hot.

She got the McDouble...but payday's tomorrow, so maybe I'll see her again soon. I'll be able to watch her glide inside the dining room and float around by the fountain drinks as she fills her medium cup with Coke, no ice, just like she always does.

Wait, she's pulling over and coming inside...did we eff up her order...?

Good. Maybe I'll get told to remake it...