A McDonald’s Tale
Class end, so I headed over to McDonald’s to get some chicken nuggets. After walking passed a collection of bums smoking outside, I entered the place. Just as I entered the building, a rather unattractive heavy-set woman gazed at me with a strange expression. She sat at a table with a half-eaten quarterpounder and red box of fries on her brown tray.
I started to get freaked out, so I turned toward the crowded counter.
She waved to me and said, “Hey you.”
I stopped in my tracks and pointed to myself. “Who, me?”
“Yeah, come here a second,” the woman said, before she popped a fry into her mouth.
Shit, not another crazy person asking me stupid questions. Please, no. I went to her table and stood there.
“Don’t I know you?” she said, narrowing her eyes upward into my face.
I thought about it for a second. “I can’t answer that, because I don’t know what you’re thinking.”
She rolled her eyes. I guess she did not like my smart-ass remark. She smiled and pointed at me. “Didn’t you go to Bowen Elementary School?”
As a matter of fact, I did long ago. I barely remembered anything about it, because those weren’t great memories, and my childhood was pure shit.
I nodded and said, “Yeah, I did.”
“I never forget a face. I went there too. Weren’t you in Ms. Turner’s class?”
“Nope, I think I was in the class across from her class,” I corrected her.
“Wow, so what’s up?” she said, before throwing another fry into her large mouth. “How have you been? What are you doing?”
“I go to school over there,” I said, simply pointing.
She nodded and took a long draw from her large-sized drink. “I go there too.”
Suddenly, there was a long pause of dead air between us. We both knew that the conversion had ended and someone needed to break away. So, I did.
“Well, it was good to see you,” I lied. Thank you, for bringing back memories that I tried to block from my head years ago. Go F’ yourself, and choke on a fry or something.
I found it amazing that she recognized me after all this time. I can barely remember the faces of some of my co-workers after work, let alone years ago.
4 comments:
LOL! that's too funny. but what would mcdonald's be without at least ONE crazy fat woman there at all times.
paul
there usually is, and there's always a handful of bums to help too
Was she the tranny you saw before? That would be awesome.
Nope, but she was there, though, lol. I seem to run into a lot of crazy people there.
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