Yesterday, during lunch/work, my father wanted to goto McDonald's, because it's quick. (If I were by myself I would rather eat absolute nothing and skip lunch, than to waste money on over priced garbage.)
Now, 1 minute passes by since we sit down with our foods and in my peripheral vision a blue eyed neanderthal is staring at me. I have no idea why. Perhaps he's looking at my news paper. Perhaps he's a racist. Old people can be racist. I have/had somewhat mildly racist grandparents who grew up in racist environments. Why the hell is he staring at me?
Next, the man gets out of his seat and shuffles towards our table and reaches his hand out? WTF. He landed his hand on top of my father's french fries and grabs a handful, shoves them halfway in his mouth with the ends sticking out and shuffles his feet back to his seat. Everyone around us was practically stunned. My father yelled at him and then some Thailand accent caretaker comes by 2 minutes later and apologizes. After that I figure the man is either retarded and senile, or just plainly senile.
Throughout the day I played that same situation through my head and wondered what I would do. I couldn't exactly punch his face in and throw him into a wall. Maybe if he was younger and had some sense of mentality. There really isn't anything you can do to justify the situation. If you're that old, you could rob a bank and get away with a slap on the wrist. Fucking brilliant.
Recent Comments