Jean is the reason why KFC thrives.....
So today after Comp Sci lab, I call up dave and wake him up from his slumber and decide to go out to McDonalds for some dinner. Reasoning? Pierce dining hall closes at 7 (dinner fucking ends at seven and classes go till 7:30??) and I had a coupon for free fries and soda with a 6 piece chicken nugget, which was just begging to be used seeing as it was expiring in a matter of hours. So anywho, Dave, Alexa, Jen, and myself walk down to Mickey D's and get in line. Let me describe the cashier for you, Jean, as his name tag so proudly boasts, is most likely a high school drop out who is going to someday be the assistant manager of the palace with the golden arches. Im talkin' one of the stupidest looking spics (and I'm not racist, just toward him) I've ever seen, with his hat falling off of the back of his head because the brim is pointed straight up, probably to shade off all that bright moonlight shining through the window since it was almost 9 PM. Anywho, I get up to the counter and he picks his head up and says, "Yea?" Last time I checked, that's not service with a smile, and also this isn't a taco bell so he's probably lost anyway. I throw the coupon on the counter and he gets all flustered, yelling at me to take it back becasue he doesn't know how to put it in the machine. So I just stare at him, and then he turns around and yells, "Yo L, get off the damn phone. I got some guy tryin to use some discount and shit." So then the manager comes over and he's like what's the problem, where Jean proceeds to tell him that "Some peanut head is tryin' to use a coupon." First of all, what the fuck is a peanut head? I mean I know I'm white, so these slang words probably reach me last out of all the colors in the ethnic rainbow, but come on, peanut head? So after the manager puts it in, he asks if I want a coke with that. Sure. Sure. I look up to see Jean mocking me due to the fact that I want a soda. Look buddy, you're the one who couldn't pass 7th grade, not me. So if you want to copy me, you can start by changing your name to Juan or something that's actually mexican since you're not fooling anyone. So I finally get my order, and I start walking toward the seats when some random black guy starts talkin to me. He muttered something at me that I couldn't hear, so I asked him, "What's up?" So he repeats himself, and goes, "Mmm mmm baby, God bless America. Check out that fat ass up there." So I turn around and some red head is standing at the counter waiting for Jean to get her food for her (which will never happen, because Jean is a lazy wetback). I turn back to the black guy who starts talking again. "Damn brother, you know I'd hit that from the back. Check out that red hair man," which at this point I had no other choice but to agree with him and walk away as fast as possible so I wouldn't laugh in his face. Crazy negroes and their soul power.
Anywho, that's pretty much all the funny events that occurred tonight, except for when I walked into my room full of McDonalds only to smell Anirudh's indian food fresh out of the microwave. You don't stink up my room, and if you are, I've got plenty of firepower myself. So as I walk by his chair, I ripped one of the loudest and longest farts in a long time, probably a good 2 feet maximum from his face. Oh good sir, pwnd.
Anywho, that's pretty much all the funny events that occurred tonight, except for when I walked into my room full of McDonalds only to smell Anirudh's indian food fresh out of the microwave. You don't stink up my room, and if you are, I've got plenty of firepower myself. So as I walk by his chair, I ripped one of the loudest and longest farts in a long time, probably a good 2 feet maximum from his face. Oh good sir, pwnd.