A few years ago I worked at McDonalds. During one shift, I was working alone. The restaurant was empty, and it was so lonely. The only thing in that building was me, and the sound of the fryer bubbling oil. I decided that I was going to try something new that day. I climbed onto the counters, and on all fours, I opened the lid of the ice cream machine. Creamy, cold goodness swirled inside. I dipped my finger in, and popped it in my mouth - it was so delicious, no wonder the ice cream machine is always "broken". However, I felt as though it needed some improvement. I shifted myself, so that my buttocks faced the ice cream machine. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and then pulled them halfway off. My naked behind stood above the machine. I pushed, and I pushed... until a single turd plopped out and fell right into the ice cream. I quickly turned around, buttocks still bare, to watch the brown fecal matter blend in with the vanilla treat. It slowly turned brown. I jumped off of the counter, and grabbed myself a cone. Lowering the handle, I swirled myself a nice brown dessert. It tasted bitter... but good. After that day, I told my coworkers that our manager had decided that we were going to sell "chocolate" ice creams. A lot of happy customers took our ice cream, delighted with the new flavour that "McDonalds" had released. Watching them drive out of the drive-thru completely unaware of the hidden waste in their ice cream cone made me filled with joy. I got fired a week later, but it was totally worth it.
