Had errands to run today at lunch. Drove by a KFC and decided to drop in. Cars where lined up at the drive thru so I said hell no, I'm goin' in. For those that know, it's the KFC on Penn right across from the PopEyes. The popeyes where all the psycho dysfunctional blacks work. Yeah, I said it. Sue me.

An awesomely beautiful dark chocolate young lady w/ beautiful eyes takes my order at the newly remodeled KFC. I mean, her eyes were/are spectacular. I couldn't help myself. I acknowledged her beautiful eyes.

"You should tell my boss," she said. I did. Boss Man says she gets compliments like that everyday, all day. "Very conscientious, very focused," he said. And oh, by the way... what you ordered Sir won't be ready for 4 minutes. Have one of our new ice creams. On the house.

I didn't refuse... went w/ the Reese's peanut butter cup. It was tasty.

2 minutes later a brand new lady barreled out my order at the top of her lungs like I was half a football field away. I was the only one standing there, no more than five feet. She was not the one w/ the beautiful eyes. Still, the Shouter said she'd put a coupla extra pieces in... cause I had to wait.

Now!

That's how a brutha oughta be treated in the Age of Obama. Is it so hard to treat human beings like human beings? Don't think so.

I'll be back, KFC. 'eff' popeyes.