Ever get fed up with food servers fccking up your order?
I do. When my local baristas get it wrong (and six times out of seven days a week, they do), the worst I ever do is pitch the scalding drink at her face like a baseball for her oversight. I’d never, however, dream of shooting up the window of the drive-through like this one Californian couple did after their visor donning meal technician failed to add ketchup to their bag of pink sludge between buns. Ask nicely again? Pssh. Ain’t nobody got time fa dat. After pelting the window (and a couple parked cars on the way out, for good measure), the two fled the scene with their order and absconded all the way to their super sneaky hideout at …
…the Walmart parking lot.
Just down the street.
Where they were apprehended a bit before 2 A.M. in the morning.
Cue surprised face.
.____.
I mean, why not go to a brightly lit pit of communal white trash consumerism after committing a white trash crime – in the white trash car you just committed the crime in? *Sigh* I feel like the more I champion not being a criminal unless you’re smart enough to be one, the more my country’s inhabitants keep defying me with tales like these. Then again, maybe they’re like the Natural Born Killers couple and just so blinded by their mutual love for one another and simultaneous hate for other people, that it reduced their collective IQ numbers down from pink to potato. I suppose that under the influence of infatuation (and meth from the looks of their mugshots), you might start to think that you’re too superhuman for inconvenient matters (like the fact that you’re already on probation) to have any worse of an effect on you when you BB gun drive-by a drive through. So things like good hideouts are immaterial at best.
And what was in their car – apart from a counterfeit Benjamin – when the fuzz found ‘em?
“A search of their vehicle turned up three ‘gas-charged, semi-automatic’ BB guns, as well as McDonald’s wrappers and a receipt from around the time the window was shot out.”
Heh.
Seems like the biggest apology they owe was underestimating McD’s naked burger allure.
‘cause it must not have tasted too bad sans ketchup if all they left were the wrappers.
Fair enough. Now you can waste emotion and time both in jail.
And work on your food-server patience, too.
Lest the chef add your sanguine ketchup to tonight’s special.