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Apr 09, 2005 13:22

i felt fairly recharged at 7 this morning. i had a few things to do, but being without eggs since wednesday and lacking any sort of shopping desire at such an hour, i went to burger king. i went in and someone at the counter caught my eye. ive seen him walking around my neighborhood before, and he's always wearing this helmet, as if its surgically attached to him.

ive never talked to him, nor did i feel the need to say anything to spark a conversation. he was talking some mumbo jumbo to the cashier, so im guessing the helmet had a little to do with that. there was all this shit on it, i couldnt make it out...it was as if he spent the morning immitating an ostritch.

i got up next to him and it turned out to be autographs by all the titans football players..or..just alot of them. a few weeks ago, i almost hit him (not that close, but i had to hit the breaks) because he was jaywalking, no less blinded by the dreams of meeting all those local celebrities.

i got something and sat down with the paper to read the baskeetball scores. there was only one other person in the dining room besides me and him, along with the employees fucking off in the kitchen as i know restaurant employees do. i noticed he was wearing a BK uniform, but drinking coffee, possibly before his shift. do they let him wear the helmet in the kitchen? the managers may not have much of a choice.

i could hear the garbled sounds of people talking into the drive-thru speaker. out of nowhere, and i mean nowhere..he blurts out "coke, diet coke...pepsi". i look up, and he was staring at his coffee, the only thing sitting on the table besides a possible mirror of confusion.
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