McSuffering

Coming back from my 2-week quarantine after a covid scare, I walk in. The stench of McRib radiates the building. I go to the bathroom to escape the stench of the McRib. Poop. All I smell is poop. I walk towards the toilet to lock myself in the bathroom to avoid the stench of the McRib. To my horror, a poop the shape of a McRib sits in the toilet, upon a bed of toilet paper. I begin my shift making sandwiches. As I grab the warming rack for the McRib, I slip upon the pungent sauce. A monsoon of BBQ sauce and McRibs falls upon me and the floor. I go to the bathroom to wash off the bits of McRib and BBQ sauce. I forgot about the poop. It’s still there. The McRib and poop stench have now engaged in battle, all the while, I am McSuffering.