“Have it your way at Burger King!” If I remember, that was their theme back in the 1980’s? I guess it hasn’t changed much since then, you can still have it your way. If you want some crack or OxyContin with your Whopper with cheese all you need to do is see one of the regulars lounging in the dining area.
They sent me to the worst part of Richmond today and it being a holiday, all of my usual restaurants were closed. I had no choice but to pick up something fast at this dining establishment. I walked in and I first noticed not one of the tables had been bussed in days. Sleeping single men with all their belongings occupied most of the seating and of those who were wide awake seemed to be awake if you get my drift.
I walked up to the counter and Esmeralda, the manager, looked at me as if to say, “You aren’t DEA are you?!” I placed my order and she quickly said, “Quieres para llevar!” I replied, “No para aqui.” She looked to a man sitting at a near by table and got the nod that it was okay. Within a minute, I had my food. I looked at her and said, “To go. I changed my mind.”
Meanwhile at another table, men were shaking the contents of prescription bottles into hands and cash was flowing. It didn’t take a DEA agent to know what’s going on there. I got my food and got the heck out of there as fast asI could. The non-uniformed guard in the expensive tennis shoes, a black parka and a blunt wished me well. This too will pass