By: Annalisa Ellis
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I sent the letter below to the regional manager of the Arlington, VA McDonalds. After a year of living in the area and visiting each and every one of its establishments, I grew exceedingly frustrated at the fact that they were not 'flurrying' the McFlurry. They simply sprinkled the M&Ms on top of the ice-cream, but you're expected to pay extra for an ice-cream sundae that comes without chocolate sauce. I only hope my story can inspire those others who have been wronged to step foward:
To whom it may concern,
This complaint deals with three McDonalds in theArlington, VA area. The first is listed above. The other two are 1823 N. Moore St in Arlington and 6165 Falls Church, VA. I moved to this area one year ago and since moving, and consistently visiting these restaurants, I have yet to enjoy a proper McFlurry. By this I mean they have not been mixed. The M&Ms sit on top of the ice-cream, not blended inside in the advertised "flurry" fashion. The reason I find this so upsetting is because if I wanted ice-cream with M&Ms on top I would order that. A McFlurry, by myunderstanding, is supposed to be a topping thoroughly blended into the ice-cream, much like a Dairy Queen Blizzard (which I also enjoy). If this was an isolated incident I would not be commenting on it. However, because this has happened many times at various locations, the issue seems to lie in the instruction of employees. It does not seem as though the managers are training the workers to properly make a McFlurry. If they have, then perhaps a quick refresher lesson is needed. Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Annalisa Ellis
Monday, October 24, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
Hello sirs, madams...
Welcome everyone,
Since I am a nobody in the world of publishing, although I wish to be somebody one day when I grow up, I created this blog. It derived by accident, really. I was perusing the internet, searching for one thing or another, and I came upon an add for a free blog. I think 'blog' is quite an insipid term for such a site, but I am a sucker for the mass media and that's what they've said I have to call it (for popularity's sake). So, here it is. I am taking the initiative to aid in the asssembling of a writing career. However, one can not do it alone. That is why I would like to make this a collective effort- one where friends, family, and other writing hobbyists can post their work just for the sake of having fun. With that said, this is an invite to all those who care to contribute to the atmosphere of this site with their words, stories, essays, etc. Please come with it, fools. Enjoy...
Best,
J. DiNunzio
Since I am a nobody in the world of publishing, although I wish to be somebody one day when I grow up, I created this blog. It derived by accident, really. I was perusing the internet, searching for one thing or another, and I came upon an add for a free blog. I think 'blog' is quite an insipid term for such a site, but I am a sucker for the mass media and that's what they've said I have to call it (for popularity's sake). So, here it is. I am taking the initiative to aid in the asssembling of a writing career. However, one can not do it alone. That is why I would like to make this a collective effort- one where friends, family, and other writing hobbyists can post their work just for the sake of having fun. With that said, this is an invite to all those who care to contribute to the atmosphere of this site with their words, stories, essays, etc. Please come with it, fools. Enjoy...
Best,
J. DiNunzio
Lost church clothes and trips to the Tute
By: Zachary D. Wood
The Franklin Institute, Phila., PA
So I was walking to work this morning and the wind was nasty. I lost my balance for a minute and my pants blew clear off and flew up into the power lines. Out of sheer embarrassment, I decided to pretend that I didn't mind that this happened, but I needed my pants back because, as everyone knows, I HAVE to be wearing church clothes when I arrive at work. So anyway, I climbed a drainage pipe along one of the buildings in order to try to reach my pants. By now a crowd had gathered and I began waving to them to try to quell my total horror. Everyone began clapping and I realized that I had not worn underwear this morning...
The Franklin Institute, Phila., PA
So I was walking to work this morning and the wind was nasty. I lost my balance for a minute and my pants blew clear off and flew up into the power lines. Out of sheer embarrassment, I decided to pretend that I didn't mind that this happened, but I needed my pants back because, as everyone knows, I HAVE to be wearing church clothes when I arrive at work. So anyway, I climbed a drainage pipe along one of the buildings in order to try to reach my pants. By now a crowd had gathered and I began waving to them to try to quell my total horror. Everyone began clapping and I realized that I had not worn underwear this morning...
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