Liberals in Real Life 5

So it's after work, I have to be somewhere, it's time to eat, and I unfortunately have to stop at a McDonalds and get some pseudo-food because it's the only thing around. Interestingly, they are hiring, and one of the benefits of working there is "free meals." Wow. Anyway, I get my nuggets, with two whole bbq sauces in the bag since I asked for a lot, and note that the prices have been on the rise since the last time I was in one of these junk food joints, years ago.

I walk outside to my car quickly because, like I said, I have somewhere to be. This kid, 17 or 18 or so, sloppy looking, approaches me, asking if he can ask me a question. Well he just did, but whatever. He has his left hand in his pocket the whole time as we walks toward me, and I swear to myself because I didn't have my knife in my pocket, thanks to the stupid rules at work. Watching his hand, I note that my gun is in the console in my car, almost in reach. He's close now, my car door is open and between us, and his pocket has nothing large in it. I say, "yea, what's up." Note the lack of a question mark there. He asks with a dopey smile if he gives me money, if I'd by him and his friend a "high fire," or something that started with "high," I don't know, probably some liquor or something. (No it wasn't a high life.) I say, "I don't have time." He turns and walks away, and I watch him, hand still in pocket, and note his bright blue underwear hanging out, no, sticking out of his pants, strangely with a belt around them.

I keep an eye on him until he reaches his truck with his buddy inside. There's an "Obama Time" bumper sticker on the back.

I should have taken his money and left.