Just give me the damn Happy meal

You know ya'll I am noticing the older I get the less tolerant I am of things. Things? you ask? yes things for example a simple run through the McDonalds drive thru for a healty dinner of saturated fats empty calories and a toy that will end up deep between the dark crevices of my truck where no man nor woman is willing to go. It becomes quickly a battle of wills between my self and the cashier who only speaks enough English to say boy or girl toy not to answer the world stopping all important question(according to my daughter)do you have the horse because we allready have the teddy bear. The question is greeted with this deer in the headlights look and in a flash the cashier is gone and up pops the manager "can I help you" shit eating grin like the answer will solve world hunger and bring peace to all. Ummm yeah I guess ya can help me just asking about the happy meal toy, but really I have allready spent 25 more in the drive thru than I planned and the 40 or so cars behind me are really starting to get ugly as a matter of fact... I think the 3rd truck back is reaching for some type of weapon of mass destruction so all in all can I just get the damn horse and the damn happy meal cause its now almost morning and Ill be here shortly to order pancakes to go....and if I ask for extra butter ...well we only can imagine the chaos that will create.