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Coon Club Road
The Mrs. and I took a quick trip into town to pick up a few things for Christmas.
As we were pulling out of our last stop, Mrs. CCR asked if I would roll through the McDonald's drive by for a coffee. She likes their coffee and its only a buck so what the hell.
We wheeled into McDees and the line was wrapped completely around the building. Crappy time to stop, just after high noon.
I stopped at the end of the line not saying a word. I think Mrs. CCR could sense my frustration as this was looking like an all afternoon project.
After a few minutes of no progress, I suggested she go in and I'd pick her up on the other side. She bailed out and I pulled around the building... just as she came walking out the opposite doors... without a coffee!
She said there was only one register open and at least 10 in line. She said let's go, to which I was happy to oblige her.
We were sitting at a red light a few blocks down the road when she pointed out there were only a few cars in the drive by at Burger King. I sighed and said OK, we'll try that.
By the time I got into the BK lot, it looked like five more cars got in ahead of me but we were only a couple back from the speaker.
Within a minute or so, we placed our order and began pulling ahead little by little.
I reminded my wife for probably the 250th time since we have been married I hate the BK drive by because of the high cement curbing. Once you advance past the speaker, you are trapped.
One of my first jobs in high school was at a gas station. The owner sent me to the parts store and on my way back, I stopped at the king for a bite and got trapped in the line behind a car that the front wheel had caved in on.
You can imagine the look on the bosses face when he backed his wrecker up to the stalled car and spotted me sitting behind it in the station wagon after having to leave the gas station unattended?
He reamed me a new asshole when we got back.
We pulled forward about one car, then came to a stop and didn't move for maybe 5 minutes. We were chit chatting back and forth so it didn't seem that long until we both realized we hadn't moved in a while.
We were stopped back around the curve, with at least two behind me I could see in the mirror, and we were not moving.
After about 10 mins, I'm getting impatient, the woman ahead of me now has her window down appearing to be listening or looking at something ahead of her that we can't see.
At about the 15 minute mark, I'm really getting pissed, all we ordered was coffee. I'm telling Mrs. CCR it must be a effin nigger working the drive by window. She's now-now... we don't have anyplace to be, we're just headed home, it's a nice day, you saved 20% at Harbor Freight... blah blah blah.
At the 20 minute mark, the back door of the joint swung open and two burger workers looked around, then walked out to the lady ahead of us.
The one continued towards the window, the other back to us and reported someone's car had broken down at the window and they can't get it to move. AAA was called but they didn't know how long it would be. They were going to have to back everybody up.
The vehicles behind me weren't really into the curbing yet, so they were able to back up no problem. I was able to back out as well. We were asked to pull around and stop in the exit lane at the first window.
Upon pulling around, we noticed the lady in front of us had managed to wedge herself in, scraping the black finish off 360 degrees of at least 2 of her rims... she had to have been livid, but probably should have learned how to back up.
After confirming our order and paying, we pulled up adjacent to car blocking the pick up window, sure as shit, a carload of niggers! Fucking niggers!
One of the workers was ferrying the food from the window to our cars. While she was doing so, I spotted a nigger buck carrying a plastic coffee can from the gas station next door. He walks up to the stalled out niggermobile and attempts to pour gas from the coffee can into the filler neck!
I couldn't see him spilling it, but you could see a puddle forming on the ground. Stupid fucking nigger.
These shines come from wherever into our NNN (No Nigger Neighborhood), fuck up my day, and maybe even burn the King down by spilling their gas.
Ignorant fuckers. Coons had to get that Kang before getting gas! Mental fucking midgets!
By the time we finaly left, Mrs. CCR had given up trying to calm me down. I'll probably die from a nigger related stroke!
