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Three Items today:


1. I went to McDonald's this morning
I went to get a cup of coffee for my father
A $1.80 cup of black decaffeinated coffee

I pulled into the parking lot.
The line at the drive through wrapped all the way around the building
There must have been at least 20 cars in line
I waited.

And I waited


And I waited some more.


After 5 minutes, the line had not moved, and there were another 10 cars behind me

I got irritated and found a parking spot and walked inside.
With that kind of backup, I walked in and expected to see a crime scene, or a flood, or maybe one of the local loonies running amok in the back.

What I saw made me reaffirm the thought that if I was a McDonald's manager, they would have put me up on murder charges in the first three weeks.

There were two people working the counter. Both were women (not that it matters, but I am setting the scene here). One was a large Caucasian woman. Large and a slob, her shirt was half tucked, her hair was greasy etc. Large, slob, and slow. And she thought it was her job to talk to every customer what walked to the counter. She was supposed to be filling cups with ice, and instead she was flirting with the off duty deputy that looked like he was ready to shoot her. She was oblivious to the fact that he had a gun, he knew how to use it, and he was getting more pissed by the moment.

Her partner at the counter, was a black woman. Who had homies
That she needed to talk to. All the while she was supposed to be waiting on customers.

I felt a tantrum building. I was ready to blow my fuse and demand to see the manager, because I had stood there for another 1minuteses waiting for thprivilegege to order a cup of coffee. The manager walked around the corner. She barked at Moisha-Dashonda who was busy talking to her homegirl posse. M-D rolled her eyes and said "I got to be working y'all." Cawl me when y'all get back to ya'll's crib. Henrietta Hippo, the other woman, saw the manager and set to working as fast as her sorry ass could, in other word words she went from a crawl to a flat out plod.

I got to the register before I got a really good look at the manager. She was a black woman. She had painted on eyebrows. She had white eyeliner on, that was as least 1/2" wide. SHE HAD FINGERNAILS THAT WERE SO LONG THAT SHE NEEDED A PENCIL TO WORK THE FREAKING CASH REGISTER!

I got cold chills looking at her. She had gold fingernails. They had racing stripes or some other nonsense. I got my coffee and left. The sad part is, that I know the owner of this franchise. It is in the heart of town, logically it would have the biggest labor pool to choose from. They use this franchise as a training store.

2. I heard an interview with one of the families of the miners that were killed this morning. My heart goes out to those people and what they are going through. I think that the TV producer who picked out the most inarticulate and inconsolable woman of the bunch, stuffed a microphone in her face, and asked her how she was feeling, should be flogged repeatedly.
Her answer was that she was going to sue somebody for getting their hopes up and then breaking their hearts. The lawyer that takes that kind of case, and the judge that allows it to proceed for years need to get in line behind the news man

3. I still have a blind and deaf computer at home. So far two computer geeks cannot come with a good reason for what its doing. One friend is trying to talk me into a new machine. If only I could afford it...

Peace