You want a funny story?
A couple days ago my boyfriend and I got kicked out of a McDonalds.
I'm still not entirely clear on why. Something about PDA. Which baffles, because we WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING. The only two objectable happenings I can think of is a four second mock-felating of an ice cream cone and a playful grab at my boyfriend's chest and then all of a sudden a black employee swooped down shouting we should get a room and if we didn't leave he'd call the "Po-Lice". He shouted out the door, hastened to the other side of the resturaunt to yell at us, even as we were walking towards the car, that he'd call the po-lice if we didn't get off the premises.
And that he couldn't believe we'd "Come to a McDonalds to do that."
As if McDonald's were some sort of holy place. |