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I can't keep hiding this anymore.
I went to a McDonalds today, and the service was terrible. I stood in line at the counter, at the front of the line, with no other customers being waited on, and the counter-wench standing there idly, not talking to me at all, for a good three minutes. I'm trying my best to be accurate with that figure. I just stood there letting my anger boil at her ineptitude to do her job for the entire three minutes. The rage pulsing through my veins came to its cap, and I exploded. I leaped across the counter, grabbed the woman by the shirt, and screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU TAKE MY ORDER, YOU STUPID, FAT, FUCKING NIGGER?"
Needless to say she was taken aback by my reaction to her idleness. She was paralyzed, stunned, for a good ten seconds as the burning hatred flared in my eyes penetrated hers, which were stricken by, and filled with, fear. The manager rushed over and the staff started yelling at me, so I realized it would be a good time to leave. It hit me that I just yelled the word nigger in an establishment staffed by nothing but blacks, so I sprinted out of the place and out to the street. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought "Now forget it, yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
I went to a McDonalds today, and the service was terrible. I stood in line at the counter, at the front of the line, with no other customers being waited on, and the counter-wench standing there idly, not talking to me at all, for a good three minutes. I'm trying my best to be accurate with that figure. I just stood there letting my anger boil at her ineptitude to do her job for the entire three minutes. The rage pulsing through my veins came to its cap, and I exploded. I leaped across the counter, grabbed the woman by the shirt, and screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU TAKE MY ORDER, YOU STUPID, FAT, FUCKING NIGGER?"
Needless to say she was taken aback by my reaction to her idleness. She was paralyzed, stunned, for a good ten seconds as the burning hatred flared in my eyes penetrated hers, which were stricken by, and filled with, fear. The manager rushed over and the staff started yelling at me, so I realized it would be a good time to leave. It hit me that I just yelled the word nigger in an establishment staffed by nothing but blacks, so I sprinted out of the place and out to the street. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought "Now forget it, yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.