After a long morning I was desparately hungry but too busy to go to a proper eating establishment. So I settled for (gag) a fast-food joint to get my blood sugar back up, not to mention damage my wonderfully low blood pressure and cholesterol level.
As usual there is some trailer-park-dwelling ding-dong mommy there with must have been 5 kids wreaking havoc. As I went to pay, I dropped a twenty on the floor. One of the little rugrats grabbed it and ran back to mommy. I went over and confronted her and the kid. She puffed up with attitude and said "well I don't see your name on it".
Well it was McDonalds so the staff was no help at all, what a suprise.
As she gathered her brood to leave, I noticed she had left a shopping bag from Kroger. I quickly grabbed it and followed the future felon family out the door. I had made it to the car when she came running over hollering at me. Oh, that was her bag and I had better give it back. I just smiled and replied "I didn't see your name on it" as my T-Bird smoked her tires on the way out.
911 is the number you call AFTER the shots are fired.