The Great McDonalds Drive-Thru Swindle

Firstly, cheers for the hits guys. 70 in one day kept me happy!
I buried my guilt at lunchtime today and drove down to McDonalds. It's just another superfluous use for my recently acquired car, like at sixth form when I'd offer people lifts into town when I had lessons to go to, and nothing to do in town. Anyway, I revved into the drive-thru lane and just caught sight of a noisy little souped up Micra in front of me, full of chavs. They drove straight past the ordering window, and I had a silent laugh at their stupidity. I pulled up quietly at the ordering window and said my piece. As I pulled away to collect my McHeartDisease, I noticed the chav-laden shite mobile being given some food from the second, serving window. When I myself pulled up there and asked for my order, they said it had already gone. That's right, the bloody baseball cap wearing wasters had taken it. No skin off my nose, they had my order made up again in about two seconds, but the ingenuity of the whole thing stuck with me. You'd think someone would have noticed. In fact, the cashier even said that it happens "all the time".
Ladies and gentlemen, evolution in progress. The chavs that cannot devise clever schemes to scrape food from McDonalds will starve, and their blood lines will perish, leaving only the slightly more devious chavs (and the ones that win the lottery) to live on, and breed.
A few minor flaws, however. The chavs in question had apparently ordered already, and been waiting in the car park for a special item of some kind. When they got tired of waiting, they drove through again and took my food. Enough for one, at the most. There were four of them. And also, if they choose to drive souped-up Micras like they did, then they'll probably be scraped off the road before they even digest the stuff.
As for the other aspects of my day, I spent the morning in a diabetes clinic reinforcing a few concepts I'd forgotten about the whole, multi-faceted disease, it's complications and treatment. I suppose you could say that I had the afternoon off, unless you count lying around on the bed thumbing through three textbooks on cancer as work. I suppose you do.
Karate from 6pm til 8pm, I had a word with the instructor about getting my yellow belt by Easter, he seemed confident. Knees still feel as solid as Watford's away record though.
Oh, and Bristol City waltzed past Brighton 2-0 in the big game of the night, the semi final of the southern section of the Johnstone Paint Trophy. Couple that with a FA Cup 4th round spot, and a league placing of 2nd with a game in hand, and it might just be our season. There, I jinxed it.