3TC #MM109 | Special Sauce

Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge hosted by Di of Pensitivity101 fame.

Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.

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Our three words today are:
SAUCE
SOURCE
SANCTION

Marcie let her car coast through the McDonald’s drive-thru and stopped at the giant menu.

“May I take your order, please?” The fuzzy voice mumbled through the speaker as if s/he had a mouthful of mud.

“I’d like a Big Mac, no special sauce, large fries and a small Coke.”

“No special sauce?” The fuzzy voice asked.

“No special sauce.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you want special sauce?”

“Because” Marcie explained. “Special sauce is the source of all things evil in this world.”

“You gotta be kiddin’ me!”

“Can I just pay for my food and get out of here please?”

“I want to talk to you first. Drive forward.”

Marcie put her car in gear and drove forward, as she was told. When she stopped at the window, the cashier, Cinderella (according to her name badge) was already yelling at her. Marcie was surprised to note that Cinderella did not have a mouthful of mud.

“…And what do you mean, special sauce is evil? I will have you know that special sauce won the war!” Cinderella slammed her fist on the counter and continued. “People like you is what’s wrong with the world today! No respect for nothin’!”

Marcie decided that this woman clearly had a few chipped marbles. She dialed 911 on her cell as she continued to listen the cashier’s rant.

“How much do I owe you?” Marcie sighed.

“I don’t want your money! I want your respect and an apology for dissing special sauce! Now!”

The 911 operator had heard the most important parts of Marcie’s conversation with Cinderella and sent a unit to the McDonald’s.

Knowing that help was on the way gave Marcie a bit of confidence. “I do not respect special sauce. It tastes like crap and does nothing to enhance my existence!” Cinderella was fuming and grinding her teeth, but Marcie continued. “Special sauce is garbage and ought to be sanctioned! And Ronald McDonald is an ass. So, there!”

“You little — ” and with that, Cinderella tried launching herself out of the pick-up window and into Marcie’s car. She misjudged the size of the opening and got stuck about halfway out.

Over Cinderella’s screaming, Marcie could hear sirens nearby. She pulled away from the pick-up window, into a parking space, and waited for the EMTs.

Her stomach was starting to growl. Luckily, there was a Burger King right across the street.