So I'm in McDonalds this a.m. getting my No. 2 combo with a medium OJ. I sit down after I get my order and I start looking around, eating my 2 minute out the door breakfest. No where much to look. The TV, the people, back to the TV.
I see this young couple with a young girl. Girl was maybe 2 years old max. Cute kid. Parents both looked Latin. I look at the father, wonder why he's not at work. Assume he doesn't work. He's got a hoodie on and he's wearing it with the hood up in the restaurant. He's got sandals on. It's December. "Sandals in December, who wears fucking sandals in Decembger at McDonalds"
"He probably doesn't work" I figure.
Back to the TV.
2 seats along the way, an older black guy is staring at me. He looks a little zoned. (Don't make eye contact I figure. Don't need this at this time in the morning.)
Back to the Latin couple, "yeah, he doesn't work. Could offer him a job, he probably wouldn't want it"
Back to the TV. Some stupid shit on.
Look back to old black dude. He's looking at the Latin couple and smiling at the kid's antics. "Wierd" I figure. Then he's staring back at me. His eyes blazing right into mine. I look at him. He has a water bottle with no label on it and nothing else. No food.
It's McDonalds, it's 9 a.m. Who goes to McDonalds at 9 a.m. with no food?
He's probably hanging out killing time I figure. I'm surprised they don't kick him out.
He's still staring right at me.
He walks towards me, (I'm by the door) and says, "can you spare some change boss"
I hate when people call me boss. I really do. It seems like a lot of people call me boss.
I say no, even though I have a fist sized lump of change in my pocket.
"I just want to get some food, can you spare some change"
"Look I said no buddy" in a stern pissed off voice.
He asks the guy across the isle. He's an older white dude. He says no too.
Old black guy disappears. I thought he went out the door, but he just circled around. He approaches young Latin couple. "This should be good" I snicker to myself.
Young Latin guy stands up and says, "I'll buy you some food"
"Am I hearing right?"
Old black guy asks for money and says he can get breakfest for $2.99 down the street if the young guy wants to just give him the cash.
Young Latin guy with hood still on says, "no man, you'll just keep the money, I'll buy you breakfest here, but I won't give you money" Young Latin guy goes over to the counter and buys the old dude breakfest.
I'm so ashamed of myself.
I've been thinking of this all day.
I judged both those people completely wrong. I was the asshole. The guy just did want some food and the young Latin guy was probably working all night long and was sharing breakfest with his young wife and their daughter. He was a good man and bought a guy who was down on his luck breakfest this morning. I judged and I lied this morning. Fuck me.
I see this young couple with a young girl. Girl was maybe 2 years old max. Cute kid. Parents both looked Latin. I look at the father, wonder why he's not at work. Assume he doesn't work. He's got a hoodie on and he's wearing it with the hood up in the restaurant. He's got sandals on. It's December. "Sandals in December, who wears fucking sandals in Decembger at McDonalds"
"He probably doesn't work" I figure.
Back to the TV.
2 seats along the way, an older black guy is staring at me. He looks a little zoned. (Don't make eye contact I figure. Don't need this at this time in the morning.)
Back to the Latin couple, "yeah, he doesn't work. Could offer him a job, he probably wouldn't want it"
Back to the TV. Some stupid shit on.
Look back to old black dude. He's looking at the Latin couple and smiling at the kid's antics. "Wierd" I figure. Then he's staring back at me. His eyes blazing right into mine. I look at him. He has a water bottle with no label on it and nothing else. No food.
It's McDonalds, it's 9 a.m. Who goes to McDonalds at 9 a.m. with no food?
He's probably hanging out killing time I figure. I'm surprised they don't kick him out.
He's still staring right at me.
He walks towards me, (I'm by the door) and says, "can you spare some change boss"
I hate when people call me boss. I really do. It seems like a lot of people call me boss.
I say no, even though I have a fist sized lump of change in my pocket.
"I just want to get some food, can you spare some change"
"Look I said no buddy" in a stern pissed off voice.
He asks the guy across the isle. He's an older white dude. He says no too.
Old black guy disappears. I thought he went out the door, but he just circled around. He approaches young Latin couple. "This should be good" I snicker to myself.
Young Latin guy stands up and says, "I'll buy you some food"
"Am I hearing right?"
Old black guy asks for money and says he can get breakfest for $2.99 down the street if the young guy wants to just give him the cash.
Young Latin guy with hood still on says, "no man, you'll just keep the money, I'll buy you breakfest here, but I won't give you money" Young Latin guy goes over to the counter and buys the old dude breakfest.
I'm so ashamed of myself.
I've been thinking of this all day.
I judged both those people completely wrong. I was the asshole. The guy just did want some food and the young Latin guy was probably working all night long and was sharing breakfest with his young wife and their daughter. He was a good man and bought a guy who was down on his luck breakfest this morning. I judged and I lied this morning. Fuck me.
