Pretty much once a day, I come across a story like this that makes me get on my knees and thank the Good Lord that my life has never been in a place dark enough to force me to accept a job at a fast food restaurant. Mostly because people in America don’t consider fast food restaurant employees to be real people. They’re just cogs in the well-oiled machine of fat America. I’m guilty of it, too. When my order takes too long or my order is wrong, I go back to the counter and treat the employees as if they work exclusively for me and I have the power to decide whether or not their children eat tonight. It’s not a good habit, but neither is frequenting fast food joints.
However, as much of a dick I can be, I’ve never gotten so angry at a chain that I put some caps in their ass.
Via WISN:
“A customer upset with his order at a Taco Bell shot into the restaurant’s drive-thru window, police said.
Taco Bell management said that after leaving with his order, the man was upset to discover the employees forgot to add sour cream. He called the restaurant on the 5700 block of W. Fond du Lac Avenue and the manager told him to come back the next day for a free meal because they were closed. Authorities say the man returned a short time later, about 12:20 a.m. Monday, and shot at the bullet-proof window and an employee’s car. No one was hurt.
Police had no one in custody in connection with the shooting as of 6:30 a.m. Tuesday.”
First of all, this is one of the most poorly-planned instances of street justice I’ve ever heard of. Why shoot up an empty restaurant? The building didn’t do anything to you. That’s like getting angry at your wife for sucking off your neighbor and digging up her garden as retaliation. It’s more of an inconvenience than an act of sweet vengeance. Honestly, you may have done the workers a favor by giving them the next day off so the police could go pick the bullet casings out of whatever slop they pass off as ground beef. I’ll be honest, I love Taco Bell, despite the facts that it takes the express train from my mouth-hole to my butthole and that I really will never know for 100% what the food is made out of, but I don’t expect much from them. I’m not going in for fine Mexican cuisine. I want deep-fried burritos that have Doritos and Fritos in them and probably take a week off of my life with each bite. I think the real question here is what this guy does when something bad actually happens to him. I have a feeling he just has a mental breakdown and hide in his room because he can’t cope with the disappointment.