Today we stopped by an old fast food restaurant in town. It’s been there probably 30 years as I remember it as far back as when I was 5. Through the years, it’s gained a really bad reputation and I do not frequent it. However, recently I’ve heard it’s gotten better, they revamped some things and for some reason Emma has been begging to go. I took the girls to the park and they wanted ice cream afterwards so I suggested we finally make the trip over there. Well, we walk in and there is only one other customer in there. He’s seated already. He’s probably in his late 60s. He’s wearing a security guard jacket and hat and has an eye patch. Which I don’t really have a problem with but what he says to me freaks me out.
The girls and I are standing there waiting on my drink cup. All the employees are behind where the kitchen is. So no one is in earshot of this. He gets up from his table and walks by us to fill up his cup. He stops on his way back and says, "I fathered 3 dead children, you may as well give up." I just say, "I’m sorry about that." Then he proceeds to lift up his eye patch and shows me there is no eye there and says, "You know I only get $114 a month for that." I say, "That’s awful." Then he says, "Yeah, they were awful when they told us about our children. It was Christmas and they were laughing and then they poured liquid poison on us. And they wonder why we’re mad." I was sort of stunned but said, "Man, that’s awful, I’m sorry about that." I think he muttered something about giving up as he walked away.
I’m not sure why I didn’t hightail it out of there with my children except that they wanted to stay and I really wanted a visit to that place done and over with. I kept my eye on him the whole time and sat in the opposite side of the restaurant. That really freaked me out.