Note to self: when leaving house, wear shirt.
I was hungry.
No sir.
No sir.
I had a couple of beers.
A couple is three. Or maybe four.
No sir.
Yes sir.
I didn’t know I was going to be hungry when I left the house.
I left the house to get a pack of cigarettes.
They know me there. At the store. They don’t mind.
I couldn’t find one. I need to do laundry.
I was watching the TV. And running out of cigarettes. And getting hungry without my knowledge.
No, they don’t know me at the Burger King. But they know me at the store, and so I figured it’d be okay to get a cheeseburger at Burger King.
No sir.
I’m sure it is right there by the door, but I didn’t see it.
If there is a sign–and I’m not calling you a liar–then I didn’t see it.
I usually go to the McDonalds, is why.
They don’t let me in there no more.
I kept showing up in there with no shirt on.
They wouldn’t serve me at the drive through.
You got to have a car. There’s a rule about that.
Believe me, I’ve tried.
