I’m resisting the urge to break out with…Crack killed Apple Jack…
But that’s not really what I feel so compelled to share with you.
It’s bad enough that we have to deal with today’s youth sharing all manner of boxers, briefs (yes, two or one of them still wear whitie tighties) and cracks as they plod along so awkwardly trying to keep their pants from falling below the knees. That would just be too much—exposing the knees and all. But tonight after Courtney’s rehearsal for her dance recital, we saw something much scarier from behind a GROWN MAN at Popeyes!
We decided to go inside to order since the drive-through seemed to wrap all of Denham Springs. Courtney looked at me all bug-eyed as she attempted to stifle a chuckle. I looked around to see what got her so tickled. After scanning the employees behind the counter and the two customers ahead of us, I was still clueless. “WHAT?” I asked.
She locked her eyes on the man in front of us. “Just wait for it! Just wait for it!”
As inconspicuously as possible, I glanced his way. He leaned over the counter and continued chatting with the man next to him.
And then I saw it. I’m not talking a little crack; it was more like a FULL MOON. And NO undergarments! Just two huge cheeks spilling over his shorts and enough crack to kill Apple Jack.
We could hardly contain ourselves. We tried to warn the young lady with the toddler behind us. How is one supposed to respond to something like this?
We were violated! We could barely eat. But it was Popeye’s. So we ate. Even though that image will forever be etched in our minds. And we now live in fear that such exposure could lead to an outbreak of crack among our youth.
Courtney suggests Popeye’s should put up a sign:
No Shirt? No Shoes? No Belt? NO PROBLEM!
oh my gosh!! it would’ve taken everything in me too to keep my composure!! so funny rena! have a blessed weekend!
Ha! So scarry! I sooo would have CRACKED up on that one! LOL!
Ginger
It would be so funny if you had Sophie with you, and she could not keep from talking about it. Then people would here and there WOULD be a crack outbreak. Sophie Sophie Sophie…
We get to go to your house tommorow. (: Mexican Cornbread….Yum…. Now everyone who reads this comment will be jealous, unless, they read this post. I was hungry until I read it.
Oh, my gosh that is SO funny! I would not have been able to control myself!
Oh, snap! That happened to me and Rachel one night in Gretna. SOOOO not cool!
Well…. I’d think you were talking about my dad, but oh yeah, we don’t live in your state. My dad has a crack problem. His pants just don’t stay up… so sometimes we get exposed to his crack. And my friend’s daughter, well, they say she has a high crack. It just goes up higher than the normal crack, so then again, many people see her crack, or coin slot, as they call it. Never knew I could have so much fun talking about crack. Glad to see you are in good old Rena frame of mind!!!
We saw the same thing a few weeks ago at a gas station. Horrifying.
Tell Nixon I said hi! And tell her it is still illegal even if she is the president.
I’ve heard it referred to as the builders smile here in Australia. Did you warn the lady with the toddler? That story really would have been topped off by a remark from Sophie! haha, thanks for the smile.