I was waiting in line, minding my own business, trying to get my volcano tacos so I could come home and snack before taking my antibiotic. The line wasn't that long but there was a woman ahead of me. She was dressed in her military apparel and apparently she was angry about a mistake with her order.
She was literally yelling at the poor girl behind the register. The girl kept repeating that it was her first shift as a cashier and that there was no one to supervise and help her out since it's a night shift. But the military lady kept barking out insults and orders as if this was some kind of f***ing boot camp or some s***.
So I told the military lady that if she'd calm down, I'd pay for her new order. I try to respect the military in our country and so I figured it'd be a good idea. The woman looked at me and started yelling at me. "Do you think I'm f***ing poor, civ? Do you think we don't get paid?"
And then the veins in her face started popping and I got scared because she looked muscular and she looked like she had some experience with killing. So I grabbed the nearest chair and smacked her across the face with it. I didn't realize that the chair was being used to hold a carton of Taco Bell sauces, so when I smacked her, the carton exploded and there was sauce everywhere. Might've been some blood everywhere too, since it hit pretty hard.
I ran the f*** out of the Taco Bell and had to find a new place to lay low. The military is probably searching for me as I type. Thankfully I've got my girl here. I'm pretty scared right now but she's trying to calm me down. It works too, because whenever I look at her beautiful face I feel better.
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Ballin'