When Dad Is The Muffin Man

I’m working the drive-thru at the Golden Arches and a guy is ordering a breakfast meal at the speaker.

Customer: “Can I get the eggy cheesy mc-squeezy?”

Me: “An Egg McMuffin?”

Customer: “…yes.”

I complete taking the order and the guy drives up to pay.

Customer: “That’s what my three-year-old daughter calls them. I… had a brain fart.”