Making
Fries
One
winter, I worked at McDonald’s
where
I made fries, after fries,
after
fries, after fries, after fries.
The
most exciting things that happened
was
when the coatroom caught on fire.
We
got to go home early and
I
got a new outfit out of the deal.
And
there was the time a drug addict
was
kicked out of the dining room
for
bad behavior and then he returned later
and
jumped through the plate glass window.
We
got to go home early that day, too.
Other
than that I made fries, after fries,
after
fries, after fries, after fries.
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