Since I'm in America, I figured I'd go to McDonald's see what's different.

For one thing, I love the dollar menu and totally wish it was in Montreal.
All we have is dollar drink days..which...I'm missing out on..right now (But seriously, getting a large drink for only $1 or 1.13 after taxes oh em gee!)
Another thing I like is filling my own drink. Wish that was at my McDonald's in Montreal too. On this particular trip, I mixed Coke and some Powerade.
It was all blue and bubbly, and I'm not sure if it was the drink or something I ate. But I had MAJOR burping power after, followed by the urge to take a HUGE dump. Like the kind where you've been sitting on the toilet for 30mins straight and you're like "MAKE IT STOP!!!!"

Was probably the drink I bet.

But this is all not even part of the blog, so I will stop talking about things I wish McDonald's had in Montreal and on with the story.

So, as stated before, I wanted to to go to McDonald's. So I did. When I got there and ordered. The dude behind the cash motioned me to stand aside, until I got my order.
Slow wait times? "A&W wouldn't treat me like that." I scoffed silently, but I did move over.
Little did I know I was blocking the way out of the counter. (Like you know those mini gates people use to block babies, kinda looked like that)
This was only brought to me attention when a short blonde girl employee who was trying to get out asked me to move over.
I was feeling pretty good then, so I figured I won't give her too much trouble. "What's the magic word?" I grinned.
"Please." She said, I nodded and moved over.
Harmless right?

I got my food and went to find a place to sit down. After day dreaming out the window while slowly munching on my fries. I noticed a girl staring at me. She had short brown hair and she was quite...large. I quickly turned my head away, if she didn't see me looking at her, she won't feel like coming to talk.
Then it hit me, what if she's EXACTLY like me, then it probably wouldn't even matter if I looked or not she'd say hi?!
"No." I calmed myself. "Even I have my limits, if I'm not in the mood to socialize I won't talk. Even so, if she doesn't look like she'd enjoy my company I wouldn't risk it. I enjoy a fight but only if I have a real chance at winning."

"Yeah, just don't look at her." Alberto, my one and only penis said. "I'm losing wood."
"Be nice Alberto." I scolded. "I'm learning how to be a gentleman. For all I know she could be a nice, cool girl."
"Whatever, just don't expect any sexual desire from me."

I promised myself I wouldn't notice, but I just couldn't shake the feeling of someone staring at me. So I looked over and gave her a quick smile.
The kind of smile where it's like "Hi, why are you staring at me?"

When I was gathering my things to leave. She got up too, despite her not even finishing her food. And while I was throwing shit out.
She pinched my ass while she was walking past. Both cheeks.


I shuddered.

~Nass