Free One! Free One!

As much as I think McDonald's football chanting adverts are the work of an evil genius, I'm thankful Euro 2004 is over if only to see the back of that giggly, flirtatious McD worker who insists on informing people of special offers by placing her chin on her shoulder and smiling coquetishly at the aforementioned football lout. Leave it. You work at McDonalds, and thus you reak of burger griddles and your pores are clogged with chip fat, making your skin worse than any Home and Away extra. Stop flirting with the customers, and maybe you'll get a few more stars on that badge of yours. And why do I have to wait so long to get a damn veggie burger. It's the 21st century, for God's sake.