The McDonalds- Restuarant.

"What's the time, son?" Asked Mr Greg, munching on his tea.1

James looked at his watch2

"Twenty to six, dad,"3

Mr Greg had discusting bits of out of date food, stuck to his T-shirts; which never got washed.4

"Dad, have you ever thought of washing your shirt?" James asked.5

However, it was no use. He was already singing along to his favourite records- which he didn't exactly know the words to. This was just a typical day in the Greg family.6

The following evening, Mrs Greg took James to the McDonalds restuarant. Wearing her red frock, red heels, and a pair of gleaming silver braces.7

"Table for two please, Sir," she said, barging to the front of the que.8

"Excuse me, Ma'am, I'm afraid you're going to have to go to the back of the queue, like everybody else."9

Mrs Greg huffed and marched angrily to the back of the line. It was out of the door.10

By the time Mrs Greg and James were served, Mrs Greg was in a fowl mood.11

"Cheese burger and fries please," shouted she, hands on the table.12

"Mum, are you not going to order for me?" Whispered James.13

"Of course not, I just dragged you along so your father didn't try to eat you, he's extremely hungry today."14

In response to Mrs Greg's order, the employee replied: "Sorry, we're all out of cheeseburgers."15

"Out of cheese burgers?!" Mrs Greg screamed in discust.16

"What's with this place? First I'm not seated by a waitor, then no cheeseburgers."17

"Not all resturants are fancy, you know mum," spoke James.18

Mrs Greg was astonished.19

So astonished, that she collapsed.20

The last words she said were: "Resturant's shouldn't be called resturants, unless they're fancy."21

And that's exactly right.