Bad Service at McDonalds Ft Will Smith

Wikki Wikki Wild Wild West! I don't even know what to think of this dream. I'm actually writing this right after I woke up so it's fresh in my mind

I'm at a McDonalds dinning in. Who the hell dines in these times? Oh right, my old boomer family who are also in this dream because the are delusional time wasters. I don't even like McDonalds but I suppose the breakfast is okay. That's when this is all taking place by the way. At the time of writing this dream log, I'm actually going to be seeing some relatives this weekend and I'm not looking forward to it. In fact, there's a bit of family drama going on that doesn't involve me that I heard about a day before that doesn't involve me. Of course it doesn't. I'm a loser. Thank God I'm a loser haha. I could be getting a divorvce FIVE months after getting married and having an expensive marriage in the Bahamas! What's wrong with these people? Oh I'm getting off topic!

So I'm dinning it with my eldest aunt and uncle. Of course, they are talking about stuff that isn't relavant or something insulting to my spirit. They are still my relatives at the end of the day, regardless if I like them or not, so I'm checking in on them. The fast food chain is sparsely populated. There's probably at most two employees who look to appear to be high schooler working part time. Sounds miserable but at least they have a job unlike me. My uncle insists on me getting them drinks from the fountain. I suppose I can. Strangely enough, they didn't give us cups while we wait for our order. But they probably have them at the fountains so I thought.

Well, actually they do. They have them stacked up right next to the straws and fountain machine. It's one of those old fashion ones. Nothing fancy like those touch screen fountains where you can add flavors to your drink. But I noticed these cups had trash inside them. Chunks of food, wrappers, ketchup stains, all kinds of junk that made me want to gag. Are fast food dine ins really like this? And it's not so much these cups were reusuable. They are the disposable paper ones. Why are they like this?

And then from out of nowhere, it's none other than Will Smith, the famed actor and famed beta cuckhold, waiting besides me by the fountain. What's he doing here? Whatever. He's equally as appauled as I am.

He says the same thing I'm thinking. "What the hell is this, man?" I reply, not even caring that it's Will Smith. "No shit. This is appauling." At which point, I go back to my aunt and uncle to tell them about the drink situation but my dream ends around there. I wake up confused and baffled and what I just experienced.

And now I can't get that stupid Wild Wild West song off my mind now. Thanks Will Smith. Short dream, but certainly a strange one.