It’s a big one. I can see the Coliseum lights glaring through the evening haze from Downtown to the Valley.

Who am I? Randy Newman?

Disappointed with my local McDonald’s. The food is fine, it’s the customer service that’s been getting to me as of late. Can we not let the 43-year-old Latino man with penciled-in eyebrows, lip gloss and long sharp nails work the first drive-thru window? At least he’s not handling food.

Then you pull up to the second window, get your large beverage and wait for the food and STRAW. This lady gives you THE DRINK then takes off, hanging at the shake machine jabbering with Princess Julio. Too far away to say anything. I was thirsty.

Not super busy, the place wasn’t bussling, but I sat in my car for almost four minutes with a large Diet and no straw.

Yes I was pissed. I blame them. Am I wrong for feeling this way?

All we’re asking is, where are the basic social skills tied in with common sense? What, because this is fast food I should expect less? To that we say no! I spend more money yearly at Taco Bell than most ladies do monthly at BeBe.

Tonight I’ll be at The Comedy Store in Hollywood for a 12:45am spot.

Watch as I steer the show into it’s late night format of zaniness, creativity and balls to the wall, in your face subtle humor!

Monday night in Santa Monica at 14 Below, work some stuff out there.

Hosting Comedy Death Ray at UCB Theater on Franklin this Tuesday at 8:30pm – names you may know and possibly respect.

Then my live weekly segment on Playboy Morning Radio – Sirius 198, Wednesdays 6-7am pacific standard on the west coast.

Brode: done