Santa Clause is not only black, but he works at McDonald's

Couple weekends ago I visited home ,my second home down south, and after a weekend of rain I gave up on going to the beach and decided we should just go to a movie. None of us saw Pirates of the Carribean so it was a deal, Pirates of the Carribean it was. My younger cousins wanted to argue with me about what theatre to go to, I said Muvico, they said Sawgrass. Sawgrass for what? I'm not driving all the way across the country (30minutes) to Sawgrass. "But Muvico is soo, tired. Tired, tired, tired." they said. "Well, I'm tired, so I'm not driving to Sawgrass. Come on, Muvico's cool, it has to nice Pyramid theme going on, you know...thumbs up. Alright, look. I'm not driving to Sawgrass so you guys can see your little boyfriends." They wanted to argue with me some more. Finally I pointed to my gas tank "You see how much gas I have?, ok, Muvico it is." "Can't argue with that." So...we're hungry. Nooo, we're famished. Didn't eat anything all day, I had just come from the Salon, and hadn't eaten since breakfast in the morning. It was like....10ish. We found a good parking space so I didn't want to leave it. We decided we could just walk to whatever nearby food place. My older cuz wants to go to Cold Stone's. Damn good ice cream, but I didn't want ice cream, I wanted some solid food. McDonald's. It definetly took longer than it should have at Cold Stone's the rest of us wanted McDonald's.



We're walking there it's like 10:20, movie starts, 10:40. We get there, I'm soo hungry and there's a line. Not a long one, but still, a line. The manager at the time was this middle ages man with permed hair in a ponytail. He was definetly older but seemed like he didn't mind working at McDonald's in his mid life. And what was funny was that...he had a perm..but it didn't seem wierd at all. He seemed genuinely happy about life in general , and I came to the conclusion that that was because this man must have had a rough past life, probably in and out of jail, drug problem, his fare share of the ladies, a son he's probably dissappointed. And now he's cleaned up his life, McDonald's hired him even though he was a felon, and for the first time...he finally owns his own home..::tear::. I came to that conclusion because...usually when someone's older and working in fast food...you can tell how much they HATE THEIR LIFE, but no...this guy was alright.

10:20ish my cousin's finally order. 2 McChicken's, 2 drinks, 2 Apple Pies, a fudge sundae, fries.. $8ish, holla. I order a bacon double cheesburger and a drink. We have to keep it simple because I plan on bringing it to the theatre with me. My cousins get their food a little after they ordered andI'm still waiting for my bacon double cheeseburger. I go to the table where they're eating, steal some food from them look over at the counter....my burger's still not there. I look in my cousin's bag, I see two cheeseburger's that they haven't touched. I pick up the burger's all of a sudden four eyes are on me, I look at them shrug my shoulders, put it back in the bag. I go back to the counter my burger still isn't there. I don't want to complain because I don't want to sound rude, but it's just ONE DAMN BURGER HURRY UP THE MOVIE HAS STARTED. I waite at the counter..they keep taking orders...my burger is still not there. I go back to my cousins, they're still grubbing, I look in their bag, still the two cheeseburgers they haven't touched. I pick one up, contemplate taking a bite, they'll get over it, once again...Four eyes on me, I put it back down. Look over at the counter. Burger's STILL not there. Finally I go to the counter, he finally hands me my burger. "Sorry for the waite." "It's okay" I say. When has someone ever said "It's okay" and it really was okay??? I go to the table where my cousin's are and tell them pack up, the movie's started, let's go. From the Corner of my eye...I can see the manager staring at us. I stuff my burger in my purse and tell them to stick food wherever they can we need to leave now. Once they have everything I look in the bag on the table....the two cheeseburgers are still there.
"Aren't you taking these?" I say. Both my cousins look at me.
"I thought they were for you." my cuz says.
"No, I just ordered a bouble bacon cheeseburger."
"Oh I thought you ordered with us."
"No, I that's why I was waiting at the counter...they took too forever with my burger"
"Ohh, I was wondering why you were waiting at the counter, I thought these were for you."
Now had we not been so hungry and in a hurry that's probably how the conversation went. But it really went something like this.
"Aren't you taking these"
"I thought they were for you."
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and then we snatched those burgers out of the bag and rushed out because the McPolice probably would have came and got us. Because the restaurant probably wasn't closing soon anyway and they probably weren't going to end up throwing those burgers away anyway. From the corner of my eye I swear I could see the manager with a smirk on his face.
Later while watching the movie my cousin yells "Oh!" like a light bulb went on in her head. Later on she tells me it was because from the moment we got there he was looking at us and when we discovered the burgers were free he smiled.

Thanks Santa. In his eyes, he wasn't contributing high cholesterol and blood pressure, but merely doing a good deed in the middle of July. I'll pay it forward.