I was skimming the news and came across an article about a man who had been arrested for assault after throwing an order of McDonald's french fries at his step-daughter.
Apparently, the man was arguing with his wife in the front seat of the car after receiving their food from the fast food joint and the ten year old girl in the back seat tried to intercede, presumably so she could enjoy her Chicken McNuggets in peace. The man, now agitated and clearly at his wit's end, chucked his order of fries at the girl, striking her in the face and chest.
The article did not say if the girl thanked him for the extra food, but I assume she gobbled the fries up with gusto, so there would be none left for Mr. Anger Management when they arrived home. That would have taught him a clear lesson and he could think about it for awhile, as he ate his cheesebuger with no fries. It would have served him right and he would think twice before throwing his fast-food at the youngster.
Instead, upon arrival at the house, he fled on a motorcycle and his wife called the law. The article didn't say if he took his food with him, but I like to think that the ladies shared his burger and shake in a delightful serendipitous turn of fortune. The man was apprehended a short time later and charged with felony assault, because the fries were hot and greasy.
And delicious...
I suppose there will be justice, although I feel that if a man is torqued enough to throw a perfectly good serving of fries at his daughter, the loss of the food is punishment enough. A simple "Sorry about that - you can have those," would have probably satisfied the little girl and I am relatively certain it wasn't her idea to call the police after her deep-fried windfall. There was most likely more to the story than the food-fight and Mom probably had her own reasons for following up with a call to the local precinct. There is a good chance he also had more reason to flee on a motorbike than the wasting of his side order. He might have been an asshole, or his wife a shrew - who knows? Time will tell...
But that's not why I'm writing.
I was thinking about this and I believe that it would be a sound strategy to annoy dining companions so that they throw food at me. I am definitely annoying enough to make this happen and I could be judicious in my use of what could become a source of fun and tasty treats. For instance, If someone was enjoying a plate of flapjacks slathered in butter and maple syrup, I would pass. Too messy, too difficult for the annoyee to throw with any accuracy. That said, if I happened to be hanging out with someone who was opening a Twinky or a Ding-Dong, let the games begin. These items would be easy to hurl and I could probably catch them on the fly with my mouth. The same could be said about chocolate bars in general, Nestles Crunch in particular, hard-boiled eggs and most fruit. The french fries would be a solid choice, as would onion rings, jalapeno poppers, potato skins and most other sports bar finger food. The sports bar would also provide an excellent opportunity to provoke action, as patrons would most likely be drunk and easy to agitate.
I encourage everyone to give this a try and let me know how it works out and if we are ever together at a happy hour, please feel free to throw your delectible tidbits at me with abandon. I promise I will not call the police.
Musings and missives from the mind of Jerald L. Ford, the author of "A Bunny Screaming" and "The Goody Phelps Papers".
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Take THAT!
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Friday, January 20, 2012
This Week's News - Desperate Times
I was skimming the news and saw a story that caught my eye - as most stories featuring women who are offering sex for something tend to do. This one was about a lady who was loitering by a McDonalds drive-thru, offering up sex for McNuggets. What?! First of all, how many orders of McNuggets would you have to order to get the sex? I'm sure you would want to order enough McNuggets that it would take the McDonalds at least fifteen minutes to prepare. Ten, if you were going to be late getting back to work. Secondly, where the hell am I when the women are hanging out offering sex for McNuggets? I'm no philanderer, by any stretch of the imagination - not a successful philanderer, anyhow - but I do appreciate the value of a bargain. Next time, it might make more sense to advertise a little bit - it would no-doubt benefit not only the lady looking to satisfy her McNugget-jones and the lucky eatery, but also those who appreciate the value of a bargain. Just sayin'.
Another story told of a woman who - shocker - offered up herself for sex to pay off a pawn debt. And her daughter - she offered up her daughter, too. What must she have pawned? I asked myself. That was so valuable that she would offer up this perverted menage-a-tois? A diamond tierra? A 1929 Rolls Royce Phantom once owned by Marlene Dietrich? The secret to cold nuclear fusion? A bust of Kitty Carlisle cast in solid gold? I read on. It turned out that she had pawned a laptop and needed to make a twenty-five dollar payment to keep it off the shelves. Oh, and her daughter was only nine years-old. Oops. A prediction from yours-truly that you can take to the bank: This will end poorly.
I was completely unaware that sex had become such a cheap commodity. Why, back in the day, it was a distant, beautiful treasure that was earned, usually through dogged diligence and money well-spent on dinner, movies, cheap liquor and condoms. Should one skimp on one or more of these time-tested ingredients for sexual conquest, one would most likely do without, having disrupted the delicate conquest-balance. A witty repartee and a nice cologne didn't hurt. And once sex with the object of one's desires had been obtained, one usually kept paying and paying - not just in dollars and cents, but in hours, days and months trying to figure a means of escape from the relationship through trickery, divorce or by following the nearly flawless FBI blueprint for witness-protection programs. Yes, it was an expensive proposition indeed. But after all, the conquest was the thing.
Now, the conquest is worth nothing more than a bag of greasy, deep-fried chicken-paste. Such are the times we live in. Granted, I will be perusing the flyers in this weekend's Sunday papers for McDonald's coupons and keeping my eye out for clever advertisements regarding "Back Seat Carwash" specials and "Cut-Rate McMUFFins".
The conquest is the thing, and these are indeed desperate times. And I certainly appreciate the value of a bargain.
Another story told of a woman who - shocker - offered up herself for sex to pay off a pawn debt. And her daughter - she offered up her daughter, too. What must she have pawned? I asked myself. That was so valuable that she would offer up this perverted menage-a-tois? A diamond tierra? A 1929 Rolls Royce Phantom once owned by Marlene Dietrich? The secret to cold nuclear fusion? A bust of Kitty Carlisle cast in solid gold? I read on. It turned out that she had pawned a laptop and needed to make a twenty-five dollar payment to keep it off the shelves. Oh, and her daughter was only nine years-old. Oops. A prediction from yours-truly that you can take to the bank: This will end poorly.
I was completely unaware that sex had become such a cheap commodity. Why, back in the day, it was a distant, beautiful treasure that was earned, usually through dogged diligence and money well-spent on dinner, movies, cheap liquor and condoms. Should one skimp on one or more of these time-tested ingredients for sexual conquest, one would most likely do without, having disrupted the delicate conquest-balance. A witty repartee and a nice cologne didn't hurt. And once sex with the object of one's desires had been obtained, one usually kept paying and paying - not just in dollars and cents, but in hours, days and months trying to figure a means of escape from the relationship through trickery, divorce or by following the nearly flawless FBI blueprint for witness-protection programs. Yes, it was an expensive proposition indeed. But after all, the conquest was the thing.
Now, the conquest is worth nothing more than a bag of greasy, deep-fried chicken-paste. Such are the times we live in. Granted, I will be perusing the flyers in this weekend's Sunday papers for McDonald's coupons and keeping my eye out for clever advertisements regarding "Back Seat Carwash" specials and "Cut-Rate McMUFFins".
The conquest is the thing, and these are indeed desperate times. And I certainly appreciate the value of a bargain.
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