As I found myself in line debating wether I should get the chicken mcnuggets or the whatever mcsomething i overheard the following heated argument.
-Id like the apple pie please…
-Im sorry sair we ran out of pies today
-Id like a mcflurry
-Im sorry sir, the soft serve machine is not working
-What the f… (his voice began to adopt that treble that only selfrighteous “ballers” have). What desserts CAN you serve?
- None sir, none for at least 15 minutes (Smile on her face. Her eyes gave her away as her hand slipped under the cash register potentially feeling around for the emergency button
-Bullshit!
As the preteen thug turned around I looked down a little concern for my own aesthetic face and soft brown eyes. He started walking away but just as he hit the ketchup stand, reached down his crotch in the most manly of fashions and pulled out a glock (note to the reader: i dont know anything about guns so a glock is a gun not a glock) and started shooting up the place. As my chest hit the ground and everybody scram he finished his clip. Ran out. And my heart rate raced and raced as everybody dusted themselves and kept milling around like nothing was happening.
-M. Homais
