" And now here I was in McDonald's again for the first time since my earlier fracas. I vowed to behave myself, but McDonald's is just too much for me. I ordered a chicken sandwich and a Diet Coke.

'Do you want fries with that?' the young man serving me asked.

I hesitated for a moment, and in a pained but patient tone said: 'No. That's why I didn't ask for fries, you see.'

'We're just told to ask like,' he said.

'When I want fries, generally I say something like, "I would like some fries, too, please." That's the system I use.'

'We're just told to ask like,' he repeated.

'Do you need to know the other things I don't want? It is quite a long list. In fact, it is everything you serve except for the two things I asked for.'

'We're just told to ask like,' he repeated yet again, but in a darker voice, and deposited my two items on a tray and urged me, without the least hint of sincerity, to have a nice day.

I realized that I probably wasn't quite ready for McDonald's yet. "

― Bill Bryson , The Road to Little Dribbling: Adventures of an American in Britain