my experience with the strange, drooling creatures at mcdonald's

i once got 2 hamburgers from mcdonald's at about 2 in the morning. i was the only person at the drive-through, so i ordered quickly and paid quickly. something was strange though. i say strange because i find it strange to wait 20 minutes for 2 hamburgers. 20 minutes. when i say "hamburgers," i mean "cheeseburgers." that will be important later, as will the 20 minutes. when they finally stuck their dirty arm out the window with the bag of 2 dirty cheesburgers, i was almost at a loss of words. actually it was a loss of words. i don't think i said anything as i grabbed this strange paperbag from this strange arm that was just sticking out from this small window. i get home. i open the bag. i take out the cheeseburgers. i bite into them. they feel strange. i take the bread apart. no hamburger. i see cheese. i get mad. i get drunk. i fall asleep. i wake up in the morning. and it wasn't one of those groggy, hang-over wakeups. i sat straight up, wide awake. i tried to comprehend my trip to mcdonald's, but i cannot. i almost believed that it was all a dream, until i get out of bed, go into the living room, and unfold the ball of paper with word mcdonald's written all over it. it is then that i see a nightmare from which i cannot awake. the twenty minute result of putting a piece of cheese between two pieces of bread.