Fries to go, Mr. President?

Fries to go, Mr. President?

What,” Mar­vin McTeare said, “I make you nervous?”

The man­ager kept star­ing at the cash reg­is­ter not want­ing to make eye con­tact with the guy wear­ing the Barack Obama mask. She didn’t have to look up to know he was still point­ing that nickel plated hand­gun at her. She fum­bled with the cash, spilt some coins onto the counter and went to pick them up.

Don’t worry about the change, just give me the notes from the till.”

She was think­ing of ask­ing him if he wanted fries to go with that, lik­ing the way it sounded in her head.

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Barack Obama rob­bing a McDon­alds — http://​arti​cles​.sun​-sen​tinel​.com

“What,” Marvin McTeare said, “I make you nervous?”

The manager kept staring at the cash register not wanting to make eye contact with the guy wearing the Barack Obama mask. She didn’t have to look up to know he was still pointing that nickel plated handgun at her. She fumbled with the cash, spilt some coins onto the counter and went to pick them up.

“Don’t worry about the change, just give me the notes from the till.”

She was thinking of asking him if he wanted fries to go with that, liking the way it sounded in her head.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Barack Obama robbing a McDonalds – http://articles.sun-sentinel.com