Last Sunday was quite an active day; the first part involved driving my friend Jim to the hospital one or two towns over (the one he prefers). He’d fallen down wooden staircase at 2 a.m., and there was quite a lot of blood, pain, confusions and contusions. He refused to go to the hospital then (2a.m.) I stayed awake for an hour or two, worried. Then I gave up, went to bed.
The hall between the upstairs bathroom and the stairs is narrow-0ne step to the right, you can pee or brush teeth or shower. One miss step to the left, and you can go crashing down. He was not drunk, drugged or anything else, except exhausted from a 10 hour shift, where the work is pretty hard, and the help is not always very good. He got up, and wandered off a bit too the left and I awoke to the sickening sound of flesh/bone impacting against stairs, over and over. It’s a sound I’ve heard before, and nobody likes that sound.
Anyway, he finally asked me to take him around 9 or 10 a.m. Spent a good deal of the day there, and then I rushed home to take Kiddo (special young adult daughter) to her ‘treat day’ where she can go shopping, or eat what she wants (you know, fattening, artery clogging stuff, usually).
We explored the stuff at Malwart, and some other places; then she asked for a shake from Dunkin Donuts. Ok, drove there, but the shake/coolatta machine was broken. We drove over to McDonalds, (fine dining, don’t you know) Over the last 10 years plus of living in this town, my kids have spent some cash there. Even when Kiddo was on ‘paleo’ she wanted their bacon ranch salad, with grilled chicken quite a few times. Earlier years, right after my husband died, and I didn’t feel up to creating dinner, I would buy the same salad from them. I don’t like their food. (well, recently I got a lobster roll there, and it was good especially for the price)
Anyway, Kiddo has always been treated kindly by the kids and young adults who are cashiers and servers there. Some know her from high school and greet her cheerily. Some are just nice kids, and treat her kindly. That day, there was an adult from the kitchen, goofing off at the window. He was not a server, he was about my age, and he was being funny. He then looked at Kiddo, then at me, and made a remark about ‘the retard in the car’.
We took her order from the window; don’t know if she heard that shithead’s remark. I waited a while, and drove back to McD. I talked to the manager, explained how kindly folks had been to her all of these years, and let her know about the creep’s remark. She is a pleasant young woman, and reacted to what I said (yes, I was calm, not mad, not vindictive) with what they are told in the manager book of instructions = she said ‘sure! Un huh! Yes! Right!’ Pretty sure she did nothing.
I don’t want that guy to lose his job; he needs it. He is my age, he isn’t on a career path.
What I wanted to say to that sweet young manager was this; REtards have consumer power. Retards have money. Retards go to places they like and feel welcome.
I didn’t say it though. I tried to keep it simple, for a young lady’s perspective.
Went home, got on the McD’s website; I wrote a brief letter. My desktop is very old, it froze when I tried to send it. I don’t know if they received it or not.
This place is in my town. We wont go there again. They lost 2 customers that day. I don’t know if she heard him, but it’s been a week, and she hasn’t asked to go there at all.
Hopeful Circus 