So over the the Rock-in-Roll McDonalds we headed and each ordered a #10. Instead of walking and eating we thought we would take a load off and consume our tasty food while it was still hot.
About 4 nuggets in my friend Kate notices a highly inebriated young man who can barely hold his head up. His friends are trying to keep him upright and feed him some food in what I can only assume is some sort of attempt at sobering him up.
So Kate says, "That guy is going to puke."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the guy heaved and decorated the tile floor of the Mickey D's with stomach acid, beer, and what appeared to be Goldfish crackers.
His friends wisely dragged him off to the bathroom while the employees of the McDonald's were left to clean it up. (Which they did rather quickly and without complaint.)
Now only if Kate could harness that predicting power into winning us some money in the lottery instead of just knowing when drunks were going to puke we could rule the world.
~ The Office Scribe
Oh, and yes, we did stay at the table about 10 feet away and finish our food. What? We were hungry!
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