Dad got more and more impatient. He had a terrible hangover and all he wanted was a nice greasy burger to throw to the pain in his gut.
Finally, he got to the head of the queue and grumpily placed his order but was told it wasn’t ready and could he wait a couple minutes. That got him steaming mad.
“Call that fast food,” he sneered.
Even worse, when the burger eventually came, they forgot to put the fries in the bag. When Dad got to the car and looked in the bag—no fries. That really got him totally enraged so he stormed back in the restaurant, demanded to see the manager, shouted and screamed and made a terrible scene.
The manager was very polite and tried to calm Dad down, even gave him the money back. But the rage was on Dad big time. There was no reasoning with him.
Spraying little droplets and bubbles of spit, he bellowed at the manager, “useless bunch of wankers, can’t even serve customers properly, can’t even pack a bag up properly! Can’t do up an order properly! Can’t do nothing properly!”
And then he threw the paper bag containing the offending burger at the manager, or tried to. But with the red mist of rage upon him, Dad was shaking so much the bag slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor. Then Dad turned around and stormed out of the restaurant and never went back.
In the car he realised that in fact he hadn’t actually ordered or paid for any fries. So it was all his fault, and he felt bad about that but didn’t do anything about it. The girl who had served him was fired a couple days later, not just for the one incident but for a whole lot of things of which the scene with Dad was just the last straw from management’s point of view.
Being fired from McDonald’s was the start of a whole series of unfortunate developments for the young waitress, culminating in addiction, destitution and prostitution. Getting bashed up nightly and fucked up daily. She blamed Dad for all her woes, and became more and more bitter and more and more irrational about the afternoon she was fired from her job at McDonald’s for not being able to pack up a bag properly.
Over the course of a number of years living rough on the street, dwelling over what might have been, she formulated a plan for revenge—throw hydrochloric acid into Dad’s face.