Where do I begin? Is it from when I was sitting in the McDonald's on H street or was it from when I left my house in north Houston? Let's start in the meat of things. Here I am sitting a table 128 and it was about 30 minutes after eating my breakfast when in walks a young man holding the hands of two toddlers. By the way, they were acting, I could tell that he had bit off more than he could chew. They were unruly and all over the restaurant messing with the patrons he was overwhelmed and had decided to just sit down with them. He hadn't even ordered when one of the toddlers started to scream at the top of their lungs "I want a Happy meal" I just looked and chuckled at him. Thinking to myself I thought. " shyyde it couldn't be me ". I would have had to beat some ass, and I mean that.
They say we are not supposed to wipe children. I'll be damn you not going to embarrass me. I'll knock your little ass out. Those two are out of control and as I'm writing this one is standing on the table. SMH.
I wish my sons would have done that. It would be no happy meals. they would both get a ass whipping sandwich.
stay tooned for the next episode,
