I can’t read
and I can’t write
but that don’t really matter.
‘cos I have a job in McDonald’s
and I fry things in batter.

Excuse my rudeness towards the staff at McDonald’s. I am sure the majority are all highly intelligent and have just been stereotyped by stupid characters like the one above.

and this one…

there’s quite a few…

Enough of that now. What boiled my blood enough to drive me to pick up the metaphorical pen and blog, was what appeared in my McDonald’s order this evening.

In a bid to improve customer experience and keep Burger King at bay, McDonald’s now allow you to customise your order – this includes adding and removing bits from your burger, such as gherkins, lettuce and even the beef patty. It is that latter ingredient which caused all the trouble this evening.

I think it is fair to say that I can now consider myself a proper vegetarian and not one of those people going through a fad, after watching the movie Babe 2: Pig in the City.

Claire and I haven’t enjoyed a McDonald’s in ages – and after tonight, my wait goes on. We had planned on treating ourselves to such a takeaway this Saturday.

I ordered a Big Mac meal. Amongst a few other changes, I requested that the beef patty be removed from my burger. This order was accepted and I was left to eagerly await a meat-free Big Mac, with extra gherkins, sauce and salad.

What arrived was this…

That big brown thing is not a giant pickle – it is actually, beef. Yes, a beef patty – the one thing I asked to not be included in my Big Mac.

It’s a good thing that I am only avoiding beef because I am a veggie and not because I have an allergy or for religious reasons.

I can only assume that this terrible example of cooking was for one (or more) of these reasons…

• McDonald’s staff can’t read
• McDonald’s staff don’t give a crap
• McDonald’s staff believe vegetarians can eat beef
• McDonald’s staff are overwhelmed and overworked, so make mistakes.

Ronald McDonald has turned pretty nasty in recent years – but is he overworking his staff?