❝Hello, welcome to McDonald's delivery line! What would you like to order today?❞
❝Uh, one Colonel Burger and a large cup of Mountain Dew please!❞
❝That's K.F.C., doofus. This is McDonald's and why are you still calling in this delivery line?❞
❝Oh.❞
❝Are you even serious about ordering here?❞
❝Nah, I'm too broke right now.❞
❝You're such a disgrace to loyal fast food eaters. We will now have your status stripped.❞
❝Wow, I wonder why they even hired you.❞
❝Probably because I don't call in fast food hotlines asking for condoms.❞
❝Oh, yeah! About that . . . ❞
❝I told you, we don't sell those here. Go to the goddamn Seven-Eleven or something!❞
❝There's no Seven-Eleven here, pancake.❞
❝Why are you so desperate for these things anyway? Planning on a bedroom massacre, eh?❞
❝It's personal.❞
❝Funny, last time I checked you're not even a person. You're a mistake.❞
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Miss Delivery Girl
Short StoryMcDonald's delivery worker Leila Nasser finds herself forming the unlikeliest bond in the world with Trevor Tanner, a condom seeker too lewd for his own good, though he does have his own charms. But is the risk worth taking? #1 in Short Story | five...
