Horror at McDonalds Car Park

A slightly different Scenic Sunday post today. Yesterday, for reasons which can only be explained by ravenous hunger, I made the absurd decision to go to MacDonalds for a bite.
I know.....I know.......I should know better.
Upon arrival in the 'restaurant', I was greeted by a peculiar little thing which I believe is known as an 'adolescent'. I'm sure you've come across the species..... an odd conglomeration of spots and hormones. This asked me how he could help me.......?
Unfortunately this was the point when I had the alternative of merely pointing at a picture and indicating that I wanted one of those ...... or actually muttering out loud the words 'Can I have a Big Tasty please?'

Utterly humiliated I then took my seat and pretended I wasn't there. Difficult considering the surroundings. Burying my head in the Scotsman didn't help either. The racket made by assorted screaming brats discounted this possibility.




This was further enhanced by another 'adolescent' member of staff who took the executive decision to hand out balloons to the already severely psyched out mob of ankle biters.
.......genius.



I beat a hasty retreat to the car park and found the sanctuary of my car.
Sitting there ruminating upon the 'experience', I vaguely became aware of a guy acting a bit strangely at the passenger door of a 4x4.
I became more and more fascinated by his actions as time went on. He was wearing some kind of combat trousers with various pockets which he kept unzipping, pulling various items out, placing them on the passenger seat and replacing them in different pockets.
Not altogether weird at this point but a bit strange the longer it went on.
He then proceeded to weave his way over to a bin in the car park. This was the point when I realised that he was clearly not on this planet.
A similar rummaging through the pockets started at the bin, with various items being deposited in the bin and then.......retrieved!!!!!! And I mean he had his head in the bin.......!

At this point, I looked back at the car and noticed that there was someone in the driver's seat. I hadn't noticed him before because he was slumped almost double.......Sleeping, was the first thought which came to mind........Dead, was the almost instantaneous second.

So..... to summarise the situation up to now. I was witnessing this bizarre behaviour by the passenger of a vehicle who had just murdered the driver...... and clearly getting rid of the evidence.
Hmmmmm........ what do I do?
Documentary evidence I thought...... so I whipped out my camera and got out of my car.
The results as you can see speak for themselves.......
Taking the murderer's pic wasn't easy as he was constantly looking around shiftily..... as any murderer with fresh blood on his hands would!
So I'm clicking away, trying desperately to get a mugshot, when he becomes aware of me and........starts walking towards me........
Shit......I thought...... So I did what any good photo journalist would do in this situation and immediately pointed the camera up to the sky and feigned intense concentration as I waited for a tap on the shoulder.......
Fortunately my clever ruse worked and he lost interest and returned to his car.......phew!
........at which point, the driver woke up, stretched and they drove off.........

My Mum always said my over active imagination would get me into trouble one day.....

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