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Fri Jun 14, 2024, 05:53 PM Jun 14

I hope I'm able to convey in writing the absolute strangeness of this situation today. [View all]

I don't like leaving the house, because without fail, something ALWAYS happens when I'm out in public. I'm like some goddamn weirdo magnet or something, and it's been like that all of my life for some reason.

Eye doctor appointment this morning, Got dilated. Left the appointment with my wrap around sun glasses on because everything was so bright, but it was still difficult for me to see. On top of that, I'm having trouble driving home because my back was going into spasms.

I was so damn hungry that I said the hell with it. I'll go through McDonalds drive through for a couple of cheeseburgers.

I was behind this guy in the drive-thru line who took NINE FUCKING MINUTES to place his order. i know, because I timed it. I kept waiting for it to end, but it didn't. I could hear his voice when he was ordering, but I could only make out every other word, and I was laughing to myself because even though this is not what he said, this is what it sounded like:

"I'll take sixteen McFluffies with extra sprinkles on two of them, four quarter pounders with cheese, hold the pickles, nine McBooBoos", etc. So I'm listening to this fucking asshole thinking "Why the fuck don't you go inside and order, you goddamn idiot". Okay, he's finally done after 9 fucking minutes.

He pulls ahead and I get up to the speaker. 6 minute wait, nobody takes my order. Now, I'm there for 15 minutes in total, and I still have not ordered my shitty food. I'm talking into the speaker "HELLO" HELLO". No answer, so I drive up to the payment window and the woman says "Sorry for your wait". I say "no worries".

I place my order and I drive up to the pick-up window. Woman asks me to pull ahead and wait. So I pull up behind Mr. McHugeFuckingOrder, because he's waiting as well.

All of a sudden he gets out of his car all pissed off and storms inside the restaurant.

He comes out about 5 minutes later with a goddamn armful of McDonald's bags. So many that he was barely able to carry them. He walks by my car, stops dead in his tracks with all these bags in his arms, and just stares at me.

He's just standing there, looking at me, about 5 feet away from me. He did not divert his eyes once.

I'm looking mostly at him, but he could not know that because I had the sun glasses on. I'm occasionally diverting my eyes, trying to distract myself and hoping he goes away. He didn't go away. He just kept staring. And staring. And staring.

So I kind of gave him a questioning gesture with my palms raised and a slight smile, indicating that I'm wondering why he's staring at me. Maybe he thought he knew me or something, I was thinking. He just kept staring.

During all of this I'm telling myself "Don't say anything. Don't say anything".

On and on. Finally I exploded "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT"?

He snapped out of it, turned a little pale, and got in his car with all of his McCholesterol goodies.

i don't know what his problem was, I guess it will always be a mystery. It didn't seem like he was disabled in any way or form. He had kids in the car and I heard him having a conversation with them. He sounded relatively normal, except for the food order.

The end.

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