A McDonald’s Tale

Sadly, this is my Elementary school. If there were a gateway to hell, this would be it. This was the time when I discovered I was a loner and didn’t like people. I truly hated this turd of a place. I don’t hate it as much as my High School.

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.