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Originally posted by sunnybunny
a chalupa hit her in the face near her right eye.
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When I first moved to DC, I was at the scene of a much better fastfood incident.
I was in line at a Roy Rogers, to get coffee. Ahead of me was a very tall young effeminate guy, about 6'6", in a bright purple suit with a bright purple hat. He was very skinny. Think T. Prince build, but femmy.
There is a walk-along counter, with the cooks on the other side. Several boxes of already cooked sausage sandwiches are sitting at an area on the counter. A big burly guy is frying sausages, flipping them with a heavy spatula. A young woman takes the sausages, boxes the sandwiches and put them on the counter.
Anyway, purple guy wants a sausage sandwich, but not an old one. He asks for a fresh one- but the woman tells him they need turnover and he'll have to take one of those already done. the conversation breaks down quickly. Pretty soon he calling her a bitch and she's calling him a bitch. "You're a bitch!" "No, you're the bitch!"
All through this, burly guy is trying to maintain. I can see him taking deep breaths, and trying to concetrate on the work, flipping sausages with his heavy metal spatula.
Purple guys escalates by saying "Here, I'll get rid of the old ones"
and he starts throwing the sandwiches at the woman. Burly guy snaps: he runs to the counter and whips the spatula at purple guy. Narrowly missing purple guy's feet.
The manager then came out and kicks purple guy out of the store. Meanwhile, I was thinking he might have a little claim for the spatula thing but who knows.
by the time I got to the register, my coffee was cold- but I kept quiet.
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