We’re getting a new fried chicken restaurant in my town and to be honest, I should be happier about this than I am. In fact, I am a bit on edge about it. Apparently, the food at this popular diner is so good, people go crazy when they can’t get it.
On Monday night, in Houston, for example, an armed group of people rushed the door of one of the outlets demanding chicken sandwiches. Restaurant employees reported a mob of two women, three men and a baby were told at the drive-thru that the chicken sandwiches were sold out, a bit of bad news that apparently triggered the would-be customers, especially the baby who threw a total fit, over the top, in fact, even for a baby.
That is when the hungry gang took matters into their own hands and tried to get inside the restaurant. One man pulled a gun on the employees, but a restaurant worker was able to lock them out. When you work at one of these places, you need to be skilled at thwarting attacks by armed mobs.
Call me chicken, no, don’t call me that, when discussing this topic. Maybe coward would be better terminology. But I don’t want to be walking past this new restaurant some night and have to put up with armed would-be diners, especially baby diners. I can just see me getting involved somehow and I don’t think that would turn out well for anyone.
In fact, if I was hungry, who knows what side I might be on? I might take the baby hostage and demand four chicken sandwiches as ransom.
It could happen.
Oh the humanity.
©2019 Jim Hagarty
