Picture it: a beautiful, clear Saturday night in Pittsburgh. After going to a Pirate's game where they got their Bucco Behinds whipped 25-0, who wouldn't want a McDonald's hamburger? (Yes, I'm slightly exaggerating - just go with it). Alright, so I pull up to the drive through. The dude on the intercom asks for my order. Meanwhile, in the background, a little Mickey D's partay is going on. There's whistling and shouting. Hm...Why wasn't I invited? So he takes our order to the best of his ability, even with all that background mischief going on, and guess what? This dude forgot to give back the credit card! Late night shopping trip, anyone? Be careful.