I was trying to eat my lunch in peace today and get a little reading done, so I headed over to Burger King.
The Burger King in Thorndale used to be filled with retarded (and I mean this in the literal sense) workers that were always a little oogy to be eating around. I have on at least one occasion been given "the eye" by one of the less attractive girls working there. How do you respond to that? Anyway, Burger King has been a victim of the fast food revolving door, and they seem to have a less deformed staff employed there these days.
You know, all of this sounds pretty harsh, but it's the honest truth. There were retarded people working at Burger King, and they creeped me out by trying to flirt with me, ok? Sheesh.
To get back to my story- I was sitting there trying to read. And now that I'm reviewing this, it sound a whole lot less interesting than the past couple paragraphs, but there's this CD jukebox there that looks like one of those old-time jukeboxes with the bubbles streaming up the sides.
And it's playing Elvis music louder than I've ever heard anything play Elvis.
The music was so loud, that while sitting in a booth on the other side of the dining room I could feel the vibrations of the music shaking through the seat into my butt.
Yeah, I need to stop writing this now before my tongue slips any more.
So, yeah, it's really loud. And this guy sat at the booth behind mine, and I swear to you that he was trying to read my book over my shoulder while I'm eating my fries. What's that all about? Apparently just because the retarded folks don't work at BK any more, that doesn't mean that they don't eat there.
One of the workers was talking about his paroll office being located somewhere that was difficult to get to. He was saying this to a couple of the patrons, who looked like they just got off a construction job.
Besides the construction guys and the psycho in the booth behind me, a couple of teenage couples came in for some fries. Weird that both couples just got fries (a single order) and sodas, both sat at the same table (consecutively), and both arrived with some fuzzy creature attached to the girl's purse straps. Bears in the case of the first couple, and yellow chicks in the case of the second.
Surprisingly, I was able to order my food and observe all of this, and still I managed to read 40 pages of my book before returning to work. I'm amazed.
"One for the money, two for the show..." Stinking jukebox...
