All work and no play makes Jack...well, dull.

So despite a fun-filled evening of friends and live music over drinks and then even a little karaoke (I love my five minutes of fame and crowds, large and small, that never fail to disappoint and consistently keep me motivated to continue fighting for my dream as a performer with their eager and sincere compliments accompanied by a shake of my hand or a touch of my shoulder and always an enthusiastic smile), the highlight of my evening happened within a 5 minute increment of time. Maybe less.

On my way home at the close of my evening, I decided to break my rule of not eating before bed (and my rule of not eating fast food whenever possible, minus car trips) and indulge in my craving for McDonald’s legendary French fries and $1 burger (no cheese, please!). I pulled up to the late night/24hour drive-thru (those poor souls) and was quickly greeted by an enthusiastic and rather comical voice that sounded like it could belong do a cartoon character:

MD: Hello! How can *I* help YoU? (complete with abnormal vocal inflections)

Me: *surprised pause*….(I suppress a giggle just in case this is the server’s actual voice, God bless him) – Um, yes, please. I’d like a dollar fry and dollar burger please.

MD: No.

Me: *giggling, now that I know its a game we're playing* -- Pretty, pretty, pretty pleeeease?

MD: Oh, alright, since you went and twisted my arm. 240 pennies at the first window, please.

I pull up to the window and have a brief conversation with this probably 16-year-old dorky kid with unruly blond hair and a very cheerful smile (completely genuine I might add, aside from the purposeful goofiness). It consists of my telling him that I’m very sorry, but I left my change jar at home and only had plastic. But if I’d known that you wanted pennies, I would have gladly brought 240 of them in one of my burlap moneybags with a dollar sign on it. He excused me since this was only my first offense.

He gleefully told me to have a good night and handed me back my card. I pull up the second window and wait patiently for my food. After a short time, a wary-faced manager appears and hands me the largest McDonald’s family sized to-go bag I have ever seen:

In the background, the dorky blond kid smiled at me and waved energetically as I pulled away, a still semi-surprised but very entertained expression and smile on my face as I waved back.

I have to give this kid kudos. For one, he has guts to pull something like that when McDonald’s and frankly any late night food provider can get some pretty shady and cranky characters after bar close who slipped and dropped their sense of humor in their last Long Island Iced Tea (which has absolutely no tea in it, by the way). Second, with being open 24 hours, the 3^rd shift can get pretty hairy and monotonous. Kudos to the dorky kid for finding a way to make a bottom-line job fun, and points to his manager for loosening up a little and allowing some fun into the work place.

I was so distracted by this whole play out that I actually forgot to request no cheese on my burger. C'est la vie.