Monday, May 02, 2005

NO, I DIDN’T WANT “FRIES WITH THAT.”

I have tracked a trail of wet, dirty footprints across the McDonald’s floor and am leaning on the greasy counter.
“Is it raining out there?” The girl asks me from under her visor, her hair bouncing around wildly.
“Yeah.”
“Damn! I don’t have a umbrella! Now my weave’s gonna get all wet!”
Another girl comes by and laughs at her.

“You gonna look like a crackhead.” She says and goes on laughing as she stuffs McNuggets into a bag, dropping two BBQ sauces in after them.

2 comments:

lolo said...

reason number 942 not to go to mcdonald's:

not having to hear about somebody's weave.

Anonymous said...

lolo!

that's what we call you around the office...

lolo hot springs!