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| - It's 11:57 on a Saturday... Regular crowd shuffles in. They're all in the mood for a Big Mac, but I wish I had three shots of gin.
They say hey man, you're standing in my way, use the machine to get food, then they push me aside, and glare into my eyes, acting impossibly rude.
Nah nah nah, Na ,Na, Na, nah, Na, nah, na, Na, nah, nah.
I try to wait for a table, but hundreds of people are here. My wife places our order, we will eat standing I fear.
Until a family rises, causing confusion I see, that the person who makes it there first, is so obviously me.
But the cashier is saying you can't get fries, with an all day breakfast meal, though we complain that of course you can... I can't believe this guy is for real.
Nah nah nah, Na ,Na, Na, nah, Na, nah, na, Na, nah, nah.
This is why people use the machine, a man whispers into my ear. Sorry buddy, I reply, I'm still using this table, I fear.
So would I come back? Hopefully not. The chaos, it is too strong. Next time I am in Markham, hopefully I won't have to stay too long.
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