Sherlock asked John again why they were at this second-rate excuse of an eating establishment. By now he was getting increasingly aggravated with the state of his fries.
"THEY'RE TOO SOGGY JOHN! THEY WERE CLEARLY CUT THE WRONG WAY, HORIZONTALLY WHEN EVERYONE KNOW FRIES SHOULD BE CUT VERTICALLY!" Sherlock shouted across the table at John.
"Sherlock calm down. It's just fries."
"JUST FRIES!? THIS IS INTOLERABLE! I MUST SPEAK TO A MANAGER!" Sherlock flipped the table as he stormed across the restaurant, shoving aside customers waiting in line before vaulting over the counter. Someone who seemed to be in charge came over to try to calm Sherlock down.
"Sir would you please calm yourself? If you don't quiet down you'll have to-" Sherlock cut him off abruptly by stating some clear faults in the kitchen.
"Look at the state of this fryer! That explains the fries. And do you really call this burger?! Based on the texture and colour, this is clearly from a farm state in the USA. How long ago exactly did this get shipped?"
By now the customers were getting impatient. They wanted their damned food, now! Sherlock took it upon himself to help out the restaurant even further by showing them how to serve someone properly. The first two were easy, mocha lattes and a smoothie, but the third and fourth were tricky. A Whopper apiece. Sherlock rightfully assumed that the customer was always right, and managed to grant them their Whoppers. The two left with a heluva tale to tell their friends.
Meanwhile, Sherlock is taking an order from the fifth person in line, and he notices them glancing over at the drive-thru window a lot. He looks over to see what the customer was looking at, and the drive up operator was handing the cash register through the window to his buddies in the car. Sherlock had to act! He ran across the kitchen, and launched himself off of a counter at the drive through operator. They both smash through the window and onto the car. Sherlock easily identifies a wanted smuggler, and using his magic sidekick John he calls Lestrade in just in the knick of time. The day is saved, and Sherlock now has a paying job.
the end