Would you like crack with that?
Monday, September 1st, 2008
We headed over to Oakwood McDonald’s for dinner this evening.
As I pulled in I found a BMW parked across the pedestrian crossing which then started to reverse and almost went straight into me. I presumed he was just picking someone up and was about to leave so I thought nothing of it.
However as we walked back round we saw the guy in the car talking to some youths and hand them a small bag of something.
We headed inside and having been asked what I wanted I replied, “you know, there is someone selling drugs outside.” The shift manager then disappears off and doesn’t return for 10 minutes. I went out to see if something bad had actually happened - no sign of the shift manager but the car was still sat there and greeted me with a
what the fuck you looking at?
Luckily, having gone back inside the shift manager re-appeared 5 minutes later so I don’t really know what happened there. Maybe he actually did get killed and replaced with some kind of evil clone. Who knows. The important thing is I didn’t get stabbed, which I think is a line I’m going to end most of my stories on from now on ;).
We headed over to Oakwood McDonald’s for dinner this evening.
As I pulled in I found a BMW parked across the pedestrian crossing which then started to reverse and almost went straight into me. I presumed he was just picking someone up and was about to leave so I thought nothing of it.
However as we walked back round we saw the guy in the car talking to some youths and hand them a small bag of something.
We headed inside and having been asked what I wanted I replied, “you know, there is someone selling drugs outside.” The shift manager then disappears off and doesn’t return for 10 minutes. I went out to see if something bad had actually happened - no sign of the shift manager but the car was still sat there and greeted me with a
what the fuck you looking at?
Luckily, having gone back inside the shift manager re-appeared 5 minutes later so I don’t really know what happened there. Maybe he actually did get killed and replaced with some kind of evil clone. Who knows. The important thing is I didn’t get stabbed, which I think is a line I’m going to end most of my stories on from now on ;).