Our first day in Tasmania, we were sitting in a McDonald’s store having a coffee after finishing up the one little part of work that we had to do on our trip.
A harassed looking man stopped next to our table, talking tensely into his mobile phone.
“I don’t know! I have no idea, mate!” He exclaimed down the line. “Hang on a sec...” And he turned to speak to us.
“Hey, do you know where Macca’s is?”
“Sorry?” I asked, confused a little by the question.
“Do you know where McDonald’s is?”
“Um, this is McDonald’s; you’re standing in it...” I told him, thinking that it seemed like much too easy a question.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah; But where is it?” He asked again, as though putting the emphasis on a different word would make all the difference.
“Ermm....I have no idea?” I told him unsurely, still with no idea what exactly he was looking for.
And with a shrug of his shoulders, he turned back to his mobile phonecall and trotted off out the door to try to find someone else to answer his question.
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What's more odd than the man's question, is why you were in a McDonald's while on vacation.
I meant to put a smiley face after that comment.
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