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Review of McDonalds, Annerley QLD

Who even reviews a McDonald's anyway? I do, cause ...

Who even reviews a McDonald's anyway? I do, cause Google asked me to do it and I have to do what she says. So sit back and enjoy this thorough review. So my big existence of a human being was really hungry at 10pm. I thought hey I might as well fail my new years resolution right now, let's get some McNuggets. Then I thought, hey, ordering at McDonald's is way too difficult. So I downloaded their MyMacca's app so ingesting calories could be quicker and more pain free if I use it to order and just pick up at the store. From time of download to ordering and putting in all my info it took about 10 minutes (I live 3 minutes away from McDonald's.) I leave my house and roll up to the ordering screen in my car thinking I'm some kinda of genius for skipping the ordering process. "Hey, I have a pick up order." "Okay, what is your order number?" "BG71." "Okay, drive thru." I pull up to the window to get my food. My drink is handed to me. I put on a good podcast so I can get in the zone and eat my McDonald's in shame by myself in their dark parking lot. This way I can get rid of the evidence before I leave. My wife is really negative about my need for fast food. This podcast was getting really good and then I realized, I've been waiting like 4 minutes for this food to come up. I look into the store at the random cook I can see, marking sure to have a very displeased look on my face. The window opens a minute later and the nice young lady passes my obesity for the day to me in a nice brown paper bag. I pull into a spot next to the trash can so I don't have to walk far when the meal is finished. Open the bag... Where's the friggin sweet and sour sauce I ordered with my nuggets?! I angrily put the car into drive and go back to the ordering screen. "How can I help you?" "You forgot my sweet and sour sauce with my nuggets." "Oh sorry, drive up and we can give it to you." I drive around the corner, three cars ahead of me. Just my luck. I pull up to the window almost 5 minutes later and they pass my sugar syrup to me so I can dip my nuggs. Before the guy could close the window I said "Hey." He looks at me confused. "When I order on the app do you start making the food before I get here or what?" "No, we make it when you tell us the order number at the ordering screen." "So is there really a point in using the app to order ahead?" "No, not really." "Okay, thanks." I drive back to my cardiac arrest food zone next to the trash can. Devour my nuggs in peace and dispose of my single use McDonald's garbage. And all I can think about on the way home is what I'm going to watch on Netflix so I can lay flat to aid in the digestive process. So all in all, not a big deal. Just another day. But when I get home Google sends me a notification that I should rate my experience that I didn't want to think about again. Yet here we are reading this long as review about something that doesn't really matter. And now I have PTSD.