So, it's 10pm. I'm hungry. I've been in bed most of the day. I walk out the door with a sweater on, my long sock warmers with the Down Syndrome animal face with the floppy ears, and my pajama shorts that, evidently since I'm fat, disappear under my tshirt and sweater somewhere into another universe when I sit down. I want a burger, so I roll up to McDonald's, order my shit and pull up to the window, and as I am giving the older gentlemen with a McDonald's themed tie up around his neck so far he probably uses that to strangle himself when he jerks off---he smiles and since where he is standing is much higher than where I am sitting in my Japanese plastic with wheels, he looks down and then flashes an even bigger smile. I'm completely oblivious at this point because I'm hungry and I just want my fucking food. Then, I put my card away after I tell him to have a good night, I hear him say, "oh, it has been," and I, very audibly, over America's "Lonely People" say JESUS CHRIST.
As I rolled up to get my food from the very lovely young lady at the second window, who will in just a moment get to see proof of what tall tales the older gentlemen with the masturbation neck tie from the first register has slipped a second away from his post to tell her, I just smiled and thought, fuck it. Either way, I get my burger. That's probably going in the spank bank for the old man, and maybe give that girl either something to look forward to, up to, or away from. The last thing she heard out of my vehicle was the end of the chorus of "lonely people": "don't give up until you drink from the silver cup, you never know until you try." Accurate. Good luck, sweetheart. Don't let the old man touch ya with his tie.
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