The golden arches. The hallowed grounds on which the Big Mac is doled out daily. The sacred haven for 2 AM drunk folk and breakfast-seekers alike. McDonald's sees a fair amount of strange folk passing through the drive-thru. But what about those that work behind the counter? What do the burger-flippers, fry-fryers and order-takers have to say about their place of employment? McDonald's employees have taken to the Internet to share their tales about McDonald's.
There's no better place to find these first-hand accounts than Reddit. The site is chock full of crazy tales from McDonald's – stories that involve bodily fluids, perverts, physical injuries, thievery, and debauchery as far as the eyes of Ronald McDonald can see. Delve into the behind the scenes stories from McDonald's workers and prepare to wonder if you'll ever be lovin' it again.
Drive-Thru Pervs Are An Occupational Hazard
"I worked at McDonald's in high school and was almost always the person in the first drive-thru window. At night, since we didn't have a dish washer, it was also my job to do the dishes. One night when it was very busy, a 50-60yr old man pulled up to the window in his very low car to pay for his food. I had my hair in a braided high pony tail. The man flashed me a creepy smile and commented on how nice my hair was and how it's such a good "handle." Being 16 years old, I was very confused and weirded out so I stepped over to do dishes as soon as I could. I thought I saw the cars move so I walked over to help the next customer and when I looked out the window I saw that the cars had not moved and the old man was sitting in his car watching porn on two separate smartphones"
They Won't Mess With Your Order Per Se...
"I wouldn't go as far as to say I've 'defiled' someone's food. Ruined it, yes, defiled, no. There were a few times...
One time some douche came thru [sic] drive thru and ordered a big mac meal, extra sauce. Cool, no problem, I put an extra two squirts of Mac sauce on his burger and we sent him on his merry way. D*ck comes back through drive claiming there was not enough sauce on his burger. and he wasn't cool about it. He had to get a manager come, refund his money and still demanded a replacement big mac. So I made it again, but this time, pretty much unloaded the sauce gun on his sandwich. It honestly looked like a puddle of horse jizz, or some pulsating, bleeding cow heart on a bun. I could barely close the box. The folding part of the box was leaking sauce, there was so much.
Moral of the story, don't f*ck with us."
Heartless Heathens In Training
"I worked at McDonald's as well and learned first hand how that place slowly sucks your soul away...
For example. One day I was working and as I was about to take the order of the next person in line, he just f****** fell over and started having a heart attack. Everyone froze and I ran to the back of the store and told the manager to call an ambulance, which she promptly did. But the sick part is, while this man was lying on the floor turning blue and dying three feet away from me, my other managers told me I was required to keep working. SO here I am just making a f****** millkshake with some guy dying right in front of my face so that the [people] waiting in line at the drive through can get on with their day. It was entirely [effed] up.
meanwhile, the customers seated at the tables continued to eat and converse despite the turmoil surrounding them. Some were even pointing at the guy suffering from the heart attack and laughing to their friends.
McDonald's taught me how callous the world is."
You Don't Want To Know What's Behind The Grill
"Every few months, the restaurant undergoes an inspection from a McOpCo consultant. This is called an FOR. Before the FOR, the owner gets everyone to clean, paint,, brush up on their skills/habits, etc. On one of these occasions, I was tasked with cleaning behind the vats and the grills. The accumulation of grease, dropped, rotting meat and chicken products that were festering underneath was enough to give me nightmares. The grease was pooled on the floor and there were grease stalagmites on the ground. Trapped in the burnt and encrusted filth were hundreds of flies."