W/O Mustard

"Her name is Jill." he interjected. I had gone to McDonald's to snag a few double cheeseburgers, one with onion, the other without, and both without mustard.  The line took a very long time, and everyone in front of me was rather impatient. People were crowded around the counter like it was a Wendy's. I'm finally one person away from ordering, and Richard is ordering already from the other line. Some American chic walks straight past in front of me and places her order. I get pissed. Richard and I meet up standing side by side at the counter waiting, after the above order is placed. I had a little trouble explaining it to the register though, and asked a uniformed girl to check to make sure it was right, Richard interjected, "Her name is Jill." I instantly looked at her name tag. "Jill" I laughed, "Oh really, do you know her?" I'm chasing down the head cook now, making sure he knows no mustard on either dollar burger, because I'm still not convinced they understood. He acknowledges and I leave in peace. I see that cutter girl in her car in the parking lot, tinted windows, and I flip the bird, then hurriedly stroll to my car. I drive away. I want my food.