
I invite a lvoely friend of mine to go out for lunch at a local McDonalds around 12:15 ish this after noon and she agrees. I pick her up and we are off to the cabaret. The drive through, once again, is too narrow to pass so we wait while the ladies and gents in front of us order from their Audis and Escalades. The truck squeezes by as I pop it into 4WD, just in case. We pull aorund to the other side of the building and I scout out a decent spot to park. We defect from the Ford and head inside, crossing the perilous drive thru lane. We enter to have a warm greeting by a gracious, smiling employee behind the somewhat greasy counter. The orders are made andthe drinks are served. My lovely friend goes to find the perfect table to enjoy our meal at while I wait to pick it up. She finds one close to the front. The cleanest of them all. We sit and chat about teh exciting times we have had over our vacation and then talk about the boring times we had. The boring took longer to talk about. After she ate her chicken nuggets and I ate my number one wiht a double cheese burger, we exited the building, content wiht teh meal and our full stomachs to prove it. The truck came to life as we buckled up and I put it in Drive.
Now what happens next can get confusing, so follow closely.
As I start towards the parking lot exit we see an old couple in a van facing the building. A closer look reveals that the man appears to be either:
A) Shaving his wifes beard.
or
B) Drawing a mustache on ehr while she sleeps.
To explain the A portion. She had her head back, almost liek she was in a barbers chair. He was naking motions aorund her neck and face. Why would he be shaving her beard off at this cabaret? He wouldn't be unless he was crazy. If he is crazy why is he driving. So that leads up to believe that what he was doing was actually option B.
I explained this to my friend as we pulled out. I knew the situation perfectly. She, his wife, had alzheimers. She could never remember his name a or anything that he asked her to do for him. To get even wiht her he decided to take her to this cabaret, fill her with food to make her sleep, and then draw a mustache on her face, withought her knowing. I quoted the man to my lovely friend as we drove past the old Pizza Hut building.
scruffy voice "This is for having alzheimers! This will teach you to forget me! The mustache will make sure you never forget! Har har harrrrr!"
That must have been the exact thing that was happeneing. It made more sense than shaving his wife's beard.
We continued on and I dropped her off at her mansion and I went to my humble abode.
The previous story is TRUE. I in no way made it up. I will prove it if need be.
The cabaret: