Wish that were a lie.
Mcdonalds near the bar has a walk-up window. It's 4:45 in the morning. Guy standing in front of it's wearing a Cub Scout Uniform or whatever the fuck it is. I mistake it for a McDonalds uniform, ask him what to do. He gets pissed, starts screaming at me, believing that I work for McDonalds and am going to rat him out. I try to ask what the hell he's talking about but he's yelling that my job is shit and that he's got a fucking knife. I tell him that first of all, I don't work for McDonalds, and second, I've got a knife of my own on me.
Probably not the right thing to say.
He steps down from the curb, says he likes fucking up big guys like me (I've got at least a head over him) and then starts to talk shit about white people working for McDonalds that pick on the black people. I start trying to tell him I meant no disrespect but fuck him for saying it was a white/black thing, I'm just trying to get some fucking cheeseburgers. He starts telling me to come around the block with him to talk to him, which I tell him fuck you, I'm staying right here to get my food.
He gets pissed, the McDonalds guys yell from the drive-thru that he's drunk and don't worry about him, and he ends up turning on them and telling them that he'll fuck them up. They close up the window real quick when he starts spitting on it and threatening them all.
It ends up with having a heartfelt (for him, at least) conversation about how we shouldn't give money to places like this that think so little of people, giving me a pound, and walking off.
Definitely one of the more surreal nights of my life.
Mcdonalds near the bar has a walk-up window. It's 4:45 in the morning. Guy standing in front of it's wearing a Cub Scout Uniform or whatever the fuck it is. I mistake it for a McDonalds uniform, ask him what to do. He gets pissed, starts screaming at me, believing that I work for McDonalds and am going to rat him out. I try to ask what the hell he's talking about but he's yelling that my job is shit and that he's got a fucking knife. I tell him that first of all, I don't work for McDonalds, and second, I've got a knife of my own on me.
Probably not the right thing to say.
He steps down from the curb, says he likes fucking up big guys like me (I've got at least a head over him) and then starts to talk shit about white people working for McDonalds that pick on the black people. I start trying to tell him I meant no disrespect but fuck him for saying it was a white/black thing, I'm just trying to get some fucking cheeseburgers. He starts telling me to come around the block with him to talk to him, which I tell him fuck you, I'm staying right here to get my food.
He gets pissed, the McDonalds guys yell from the drive-thru that he's drunk and don't worry about him, and he ends up turning on them and telling them that he'll fuck them up. They close up the window real quick when he starts spitting on it and threatening them all.
It ends up with having a heartfelt (for him, at least) conversation about how we shouldn't give money to places like this that think so little of people, giving me a pound, and walking off.
Definitely one of the more surreal nights of my life.












