I’m seeing people play the blame game re: Hansung’s death, so heres the truth:
Hansung died protecting Sun Woo because Dan Se was told to kill the King by his grandfather who thought that Sun Woo was the King because Young Sil sent assassins to kill Sun Woo because Sun Woo said he was King when they were in Baekje. But Sun Woo only said he was King because the Crown Prince of Baekje heard that the King was one of them, and threatened to kill Ah Ro, and because Ji Dwi wasn’t coming out, he had no choice. But the Crown Prince only knew the King was there because Ban Ryu gave him the message from Young Sil, who sent the message to confirm/kill the King who he thought was Sun Woo because Ji So was protecting him when Young Sil initially had his guard almost kill Sun Woo. But Ji So only did so to protect Ji Dwi and take the spotlight off of him, because Young Sil made it known that the King was in Hwarang. But Young Sil only knew because Sun Woo dropped the bracelet, but Sun Woo only had the bracelet because Ji Dwi dropped it. But Ji Dwi dropped it in a fight with Sun Woo who was trying to find the person who killed Mak Moon, but Mak Moon died because he saw the King’s face and he only saw the King’s face because he entered the capital to find his family. But he was only looking for his family because they were separated most likely as a result of Ji So who was in love with Ahn Ji Gong and was rejected by him and made to marry the previous King
so, to conclude, Hansung died because Ji So was forced into marriage.
Hello! Jungkook scenario when he gets the reader pregnant not plan (you guys are dating ) you tell him & end up aruging and he blames you saying mess up things tell you to leave with the baby. You leave Korea for 4 years, come back with your daughter you guys see each other again. He wants to fix things but you dont after a few months you give him a chance.
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Jungkook Pregnancy Scenario
Everything in life seemed perfect. You had the job of your dreams, you lived in a beautiful city, and you had the perfect boyfriend. It was like a movie, or a fairytale.
But today, you realized that life isn’t perfect and that all good things must come to an end.
“Pregnant…” You watched as a look of pure terror spread across the face of your “perfect” boyfriend, Jungkook. “Y-yeah…” Your heart sank. This wasn’t quite the reaction you thought you were going to receive. “How?…” You knew it wasn’t planned. You thought you took all the precautions, but not even that had worked. “I don’t know…we did everything we could but…” your voice trailed off. He puts his head in his hands as he collapses onto the bed next to you two. “Listen Kookie…” you say as you gently take a seat next to him.
You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, “Everything will be alright…we’ll be okay…” He raises his head again, “Really?” A small smile forms on your face, “Of course, Kookie.” You rub his back, “This was an accident…but we can deal with it, we can get through it.” He looks at you, “Wow…are you sure?” You smile and gently cup your hands around his face, “Of course, Kookie. We just need to be calm.” He smiles back, “Wow, you’re being so brave, (Y/N).” He kisses your forehead. “Thank you, but I couldn’t do it without you.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “Of course, I’ll be there with you all the way through it.” Your smile begins to grow wider. “I’ll hold your hand through it and try my best to make it seem as painless as possible.” You giggle, “Thank you Kookie, but that won’t be for a long while.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? We can’t wait too long, you won’t be able to get it if you do.” Now you’re confused, “Huh? Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You start to loosen your grip on him, “I’m talking about you getting a…you know…abortion.”
Your eyes widen in horror, “W-What, no?! Jungkook, no that’s not at all what I meant” He lets go of you, “(Y/N)…then what do you mean? You can’t expect us to raise it.” Your heart drops. “Why not?…” Piece by piece, you’re perfect reality was crumbling. “We’re still so young! We’re not ready! I’m not ready!” Your hands begin to tingle, “B-but…we can’t just…abandon it.” Jungkook throws his hands in the air, “Well I can’t just abandon my life!” Your eyes dart to him filled with shock, “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth! I still have so much I want to do. And I can’t do it with a kid!” You slowly shake your head. “Jungkook…” He stands up, “Shit, (Y/N). What do you want me to do?! I didn’t want this!” You stutter, trying to say anything but he cuts you off. “I didn’t agree to this, okay?! This isn’t fair to me!” He says, raising his voice even louder.
What he says begins to anger you. “Are you being serious? You are at just as much fault as I am! You played just as big of a role in making this as I did!” He jerks his head towards you, “This has to be your fault! I did my part!” He balls his fists up in anger, “You know what? You always screw things up! And now look what you did!” Your eyes begin to water, “Stop it! Stop blaming me, this isn’t my fault!” He starts to pace around the room. “Jungkook, I am not giving up on this baby. We brough-” “No! You did! This isn’t my problem!” You gasp at what was just said, “Jungkook, you are the father! There’s no changing that! You can’t just-” He waves his hand, “You know what? If you want to keep this baby so badly, then fine. But do it without me.”
More and more of those shards of your storybook life break apart, and they seemed to be stabbing at you right in your heart. “You can’t expect me to do this alone!” The pool of tears in your eyes begin to flow down your red hot cheeks. “I’m not dealing with this!” “You have to!” You walk over to place your hand on his arms, but he shrugs you off. “Don’t touch me!” He scoffs. “Jungkook please…please don’t leave me alone.” He turns his back towards you. “It your choice, (Y/N). You can either stay with me, or you can take the baby and leave.” More fragments of your once flawless life spiral down around you. You take in one last breath, steadying your breathing.
“Fine…” You make your way to the door, and before leaving you take one last glance at your now lost love, who’s back is still facing you. “Goodbye Jungkook…” You slam the door behind you. Crash.
There goes your fairytale.
~4 years later~
She giggles as you tickle her tummy. You two were on a plane to Korea, where you once lived. You continue to make her laugh, making funny faces or noises, and tickling her over and over. She laughs one last time before falling forward and placing her head in the crook of your neck, “Aww, thank you for the hug, darling.” You hold her tight, never wanting to let go. She was the love of your life. You would do anything for her.
You decided to take your daughter to Korea to show her more of her background. Once you moved to America where you raised her, she wasn’t able to be exposed to much of her own culture. You had about a week off from work, so you decided to use the time to expose her to her heritage. Plus, you missed your hometown.
Hours passed and you were finally able to unload the plane and make your way into the airport in Seoul. You balanced her on your hip as you used your other hand to carry your guy’s luggage. Before you knew it, you were in a taxi to head to your hotel, which wasn’t to far from the city you grew up in.
The next day, you were holding her in your arms as you walked down the streets you once knew. Every little detail, you told her about. Every little nook and cranny in the city, you had a story to tell from it. She listened, even if she didn’t always understand what you were saying. You took her to your favorite spots. The coffee shop, the store you always shopped at, even the library where you met her father. As you walked down the aisles with her and looked at all the different books, you couldn’t help but think of him. Each day she begins to look more and more like him. She has his nose, his eyes, she even smiles like him. It hurts. Her father was a man you grew to hate, and to see him in her makes it that much harder.
Before heading back to the hotel, you decided to make a stop at your favorite grocery store. You made an excuse to yourself, saying you needed some food. But really, you wanted to look and see how much has changed.
Her eyes widen in awe at all the pretty colors, like usual. You let her pick out a snack, as do you. You make your way to the checkout line, making sure to keep balance of the little one on your hip. As your waiting, she starts to feel fussy. She begins to whine, and you start to rub her head as you coo at her in an attempt to calm her down. “Darling, it’s okay. We’ll be at the hotel soon and you can take a nap okay?” You rock her back and forth, soothing her.
“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice behind you call your name. Your heart drops, praying it’s not who you think it is. You decide to ignore the person, paying your full attention to your fussy child. “(Y/N)…Is that you?” You sigh. Please….please don’t let it be him. You turn around, your heart racing. And just your luck.
It was him.
You stayed silent. She clung to you, put off by the stranger. “Oh my god…” He says. You still didn’t respond. Instead, you rubbed her back and tried to turn away. “Hey…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, and she whines even more. “She doesn’t like strangers.” You say, turning away from him once again. “(Y/N), don’t be like that.” You let out another sigh. He’s right. You shouldn’t be acting so childish. Thankfully, the cashier calls you over. “Hold on.” You say, as you walk to check out. You pay and thank the cashier. “Your daughter is very beautiful, by the way.” You smile. “Thank you very much.” you reply, smiling down at your daughter. You begin to walk out the door, hoping he forgot about you. “Wait!” Damn. You stop, letting him catch up to you. “(Y/N)…” He says once again. You turn around, finally giving in. “Yes?” A smile creeps onto his face, but you continue to remain unamused. “It’s uh…been a while. Huh?” You nod your head. She clings to you once again, hiding her face in your neck. “That’s uh…” “Yes, it is.” You rub her back once again, reassuring her that everything was okay. He pauses for a while, looking at her. At the both of you.
“What’s her name?” He says, keeping his eyes on the both of you. “Areum.” You say flatly. He smiles, “It fits her well. Beauty. Just like her mother.” You frown at him, letting him know he was crossing the line. He lowers his head in apology. There was a silence between you two. “Listen, we should probably get going.” “Wait!” You look back at him, both arms wrapped around Areum. “Um…How long will you be staying here.” You hesitate, keeping your arms around her and a safe distance from him. “Why do you want to know, Jungkook?” He seems a little hurt by what you said, but he continues. “If you had any free time, maybe we could catch up?” You were hoping he wasn’t going to say that. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” He sighs, “Listen, I know we left off on a rough patch, but…” You shake your head, “Jungkook…no, I’m sorry.” He tries to step towards you, but you back away. “Please, (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to talk to you these last few years-” You start to get irritated, “Oh, really?! Then how come I never received a call or text, huh?!” You raised your voice slightly, which startled Areum as she squirmed in your arms. You turn to her, cooing at her once again and reassuring her that everything was okay. You sigh once again, lowering your voice to a normal tone. “Listen, Jungkook. I don’t want to talk to you, and that’s that. Now please, let me and my daughter leave.” You begin to turn around once again.
“No! Please! (Y/N) I regretted everything that night! I shouldn’t have let you go! I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been there for her! It was the biggest mistake I ever made, and I’m sorry!” He rambles, and you stop in your tracks once again. He continues, “The day you left, I wanted to run after you and apologize. I wanted to take back everything I said that night. It was wrong, all of it! I don’t truly know why I never did, I just…I was to scared.” You stood there listening, with your back facing him. You listened to what he was saying, feeling conflicted. “I was hoping that maybe…maybe you would come back to me. That you would try and smack some sense into me, and convince me to stay with you and raise the baby with you. But you didn’t…you shouldn’t have. I didn’t deserve it. You were right for not coming back to me. And I was wrong for leaving you all alone to raise a child by yourself.” Your expression softens slightly as you continue to clutch onto your daughter. “I’ve never been able to live with myself since then. I kept telling myself to call you. To get back in touch with you. But, I was too ashamed. I didn’t want to face you.” You quietly sighed to yourself, you began to feel torn.
For four years, he left you alone. And in those years, your hatred grew for him more and more. You were stuck raising a child with no help whatsoever. And you love Areum. You would go through that struggle all over again if it was for her sake. But you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly difficult. You spent so many restless hours throughout the day working at one of your three jobs while Areum was at daycare, or you were spending countless, sleepless nights feeding her while your stomach growled because you only had enough money for her formula and baby food.
And you blamed him. You blamed him for all of it.
But now, he’s here, begging for your forgiveness. Something you never thought would happen, not even in your dreams. You thought he had moved on. You thought he found someone else as he continued to live his life without a care in the world. When in reality, he never stopped thinking about you. “I completely shut down when you left. I didn’t leave our -er, my house…for I think almost a month. They had to kick my door in and force me out. It took a long time to get back on my feet, but I did. And I got a job. A real job. I raised money, and I…I set money aside so I could go see you and…her.” You raised your eyebrows, shocked. You slowly turn around. He continues once more, “I…I guess I don’t need to use it to fly to America anymore. I had also been saving money to send to you, to help you out. But, I was still too scared to face you.” You stared at him wide eyed. “I’m sorry I should’ve sent it to you a long time ago I just…” You nod your head, urging him to move on. “M-my point is…” He takes a breath, steadying his voice. “My point is, I never stopped thinking about you, or the baby. And I regret the decision I made more than anything else in my life. It was a huge mistake. and I…I want to fix it.” He pauses, breathing in once more. “I want to…fix us.” Your expression has completely softened. You look down, trying to decide. Maybe…it’s worth it to have a little talk with him? You take in a long breath, readying yourself to say words you never thought you’d ever say to him..
“Areum and I are staying in the hotel down the street. If you stop by around this time tomorrow, we should be there.” You let out a shaky breath still surprised by what you’re saying. He smiles widely, “I will, don’t doubt it for a second.” You nod to him, “We need to go now, she’s getting cranky. But…we’ll see you tomorrow?” He nods, a giant grin across his face. “Yes, you will. I promise!” You nod once again, this time offering a small smile. “Goodbye Jungkook…I’ll see you at the hotel.” You say, as you walk off.
You begin to walk the opposite direction of him. Areum lifts her head to look up at you. You gaze into her big, sparkling eyes. Once again, you were reminded of how much she is beginning to look like her father. But for the very first time, this reminder didn’t bring hatred towards him. No. This time you felt a warm feeling spreading through your chest.
Maybe this fairytale will have a happy ending after all.
“Oh my God, get down,” you hissed to the figure in your tree, just outside your bedroom window. Despite your words, it continued to climb higher, though wasn’t that high off the ground.
The said figure was none other than your boyfriend. While this was actually a considerably “normal” thing for him, this time he was trying to make up for something. Earlier that day, the two of you had an argument. It wasn’t a large one, it wasn’t really even important at all. Especially not important enough for your klutz to be climbing in your tree at two in the morning.
“I’m sorryyyyyyyyyy~ Y/N I’m so sORRRYYYYYYYYYY~”
Yes, your boyfriend could actually sing, but his singing was nothing compared to the wailing he was doing while in the tree. “You’re going to wake my neighbors!” Were you even a girlfriend at the moment? You sounded more like a worried mother.
A crack sounded from underneath his foot, and both of you shot your eyes to the branch he was putting his weight on. But he continued shouting made up lyrics.
“I love you so muchhhhhhhh~”
“Kim Taehyung, if you don’t get down. Right. Now. If you break your neck–”
“Will you forgive me?” He had stopped his so-called singing to cut off your sentence, his eyes now locked with yours.
The little brat was bouncing on the unsteady branch now, just to tease you. He was testing you. You had to admit, your heart was in your throat with every little hop. To make it worse, he was wearing those damn sandals, the ones with absolutely no traction to them. “If I fall, will you forgive me? I’ll do it."
That square smile was wide on his face, and your heart snapped in place of the tree branch. "Yes, of course. I don’t think arguing over the pronunciation of the word ‘extraordinary’ is a feasible enough reason for you to fall out of a tree.”
With that answer, you could swear his smile grew wider, if even possible, as he stepped from the branch and into your bedroom through the window. "You’re lucky there’s no screen on that window, or else you would’ve been stuck in that tree,“ you laughed, shaking your head.
As you spoke, his arms found their way around you, pulling you to his chest. You fell into the curve of his body comfortably, like every other time you hugged. "You know I’m the reason you removed it. But I am sorry, I didn’t mean to aruge with you.”
“It really wasn’t an argument, there’s nothing to be sorry for, Taetae.”
A few moments passed in silence as you stood holding each other. Your mind was starting to get sleepy, and your eyes fluttered closed until he spoke again.
“It’s pronounced extra-ordinary. It’s legitimately two words."
During the Third War, the wizards of the Kirin Tor battled against the undead armies of the Scourge. When the wizards of Dalaran died in battle, they would rise soon after - adding their former might to the growing Scourge. Frustrated by their lack of progress (and against the advice of his peers) the Archmage, Arugal elected to summon extra-dimensional entities to bolster Dalaran’s diminishing ranks. Arugal’s summoning brought the ravenous worgen into the world of Azeroth. The feral wolf-men slaughtered not only the Scourge, but quickly turned on the wizards themselves. The worgen sieged the keep of the noble, Baron Silverlaine. Situated above the tiny hamlet of Pyrewood, the keep quickly fell into shadow and ruin. Driven mad with guilt, Arugal adopted the worgen as his children and retreated to the newly dubbed ‘Shadowfang Keep’. It’s said he still resides there, protected by his massive pet, Fenrus - and haunted by the vengeful ghost of Baron Silverlaine.
I know there have been a lot of negative articles about the airlines recently but let me tell you I have seen pilots and flight attendants do a lot of wonderful things for passengers.
My dad is a Captain for Delta Airlines and one time this person in a wheelchair for some reason was denied boarding, while the rest of their family was boarded. The gate agent wanted to close the door but my dad refused to leave. He didn’t want to separate the person in the wheel chair from their family.
My dad won that arugement and reunited the person in the wheelchair with their family on the plane.
The majority of the pilots I work with will wait for late passngers. Plenty of them have told gate agents to re-open the doors and let ppl in. Even though, they will be blamed for the late departure.
I worked with this one flight attendant who sat with a passenger during take off and landing because they were terrified of flying. She held hands with the passenger and ultimately calmed him down.
To be honest, I see more good than bad but even so, good makes such a much bigger impact.
Seriously so much hate in the flash fandom rn thinking about unfollowing all my flash blogs. Advice?
Honestly unfollow the blogs that cause drama. Or just follow the neutral blogs that don’t post ship related stuff but more character specific stuff. there is so much fandom hate going on and y"all know I’m obsessed with ships as well but damn..to start drama/arugments over a fictional relationship = you need help. Shows are there to entertain us and nothing more. People that can stress over this shit are privileged as fuck.
Im loving this arugment narusaku fans and anti naruhina people love to throw at is the: Naruto stated he “love” Sakura by calling her cute and also said sai claim he love him.
1. Kishimoto stated, and yes this is confirm in one of his interview, that Naruto doesn’t even know the meaning of love so it’s hard for him to understand. How can Naruto love Sakura when he doesn’t know the feeling or what love is???
2. Naruto never said he “love” Sakura. He said he liked her and find her cute. If so, I can use the same arugment to Hinata. Since yes in canon naruto did stated he liked Hinata, so does that means sudden fucking love to hyuga Hinata? Also, sai misunderstood Naruto. Never did he said anything of loving Sakura when mention the fact he can’t because of his “promise”. And….You already know how that turned out.
3. The filler episode of Naruto claiming he love Sakura doesn’t count etheir. It’s complete bullshit for an orphan boy to suddenly know the meaning of love by just saying the word love.
If want the definition/the meaning of love search it up yourself cause when it comes to Naruto and Sakura relationship it’s nearly close to that.
I’ll be on the streets taking part in Anti-Trump protests this weekend and I signed the change.org petition on challenging the electoral college (tho I don’t see much value on online petitions post-elections, coz ma babies ppl should have voted instead, but I understand taking whatever shot you got no matter how little), I’m more of a realist and pragmatic in my politics and activism.
In short, I just don’t want to be loud, I want to get things done.
While we suffered devastating blow, we are not as powerless as we think. There’s much we can do NOW, not simply wait around and try to survive the next four years. In that process of survival, we can either be divided and let it be survival of the fittest, or move forward as one and be stronger together.
Trump will be in the White House for the next four years. While we can reject him as our legitimate president, we have to face the fact that he’ll most likely be in the Oval Office for the next four years, making decisions that will harm us and the rest of the world. But we are going to be his check and balance.
Here are stuff we can do from now until November 2020, and for most of them, they require little effort or time from us:
- protect the Filibuster. Right now, Democrats in the Congress only has the Filibuster in their arsenal, and GOP now wants to eliminate it and they can. Write letters and emails to your representatives, tweet or facebook them, and let them know you want the Filibuster to remain. Even and especially if your representative or senator is a Republican. They said they will serve as check and balance on the President no matter who it is, hold them to that. If Donald Trump wants something crazy passed through legislation, Democrats should have the ability to Filibuster it. If GOP can’t publicly oppose Trump, they need to let Dems have the means to do it.
- Organize. Help the DNC (or a decent third party, if you’re so inclined) build their infrastructure and ground game. Canvass. Phone Bank. Register voters. Support local campaigns. We need democrats, liberals and progressives in our local and state governments, not just in Washington. And the work starts now, not during election years. Don’t bitch about the DNC a couple months before the elections, you’re too late.
- Contact elected officials. Get to know your current councilors, mayors, state legislators, representatives, governors, AGs, etc. Let them know where you stand on issues, no matter their political affiliation. They serve you too.
-Subscribe to your local newspapers/ Watch local news. They are the ones who keep tabs on what your local government is doing and keep the citizens informed. National media depend on them to find out what’s going on in the country. Keep them in business. Write letters to the editor. Let them help you amplify your voice.
-Volunteer. Find the organizations that work on causes you are passionate about and take time to volunteer or give money. Subscribe to their newsletters. Follow their social media. Keep informed on what’s going on without the national media spin.
- Pit Trump and GOP Congress against each other. This is where we get dirty, but we know Trump don’t have a good relationship with GOP Leadership. He’ll make Mike Pence work with them instead. So let’s then divide and conquer. We know Trump loves polls, and for better or worse, his loyalty is not to the GOP, it’s to his constituents. But polling will not be just from his supporters, it will be from Americans whatever their political leaning. What is consistent with Trump is he pay attention to the polls more than the GOP leadership. I’m not saying now we lay in bed with Trump, but by making GOP our common enemy, we might be able to trick him into allying with us. It’s not a far fetched idea, since his position is all over the place.
At the very least, we can keep Trump occupied with designing and figuring out how to build his wall, and prevent him from focusing on anything else.
We got work to do.
Senate midterm elections. 34 seats are up fro grabs. 26 are Democrats. 8 are Republicans.
House mindterm elections. 435 seats are up for grabs.
Gubernatorial elections. 36 states will elect or re-elect governors. Even if you’re in a blue state, don’t sit this one out. MD is a blue state and we were surprised when we ended up with a Republican governor. Low voter turn out.
If we take back the congress and got more Democrat governors elected, GOP and Trump power will even be more limited. Arugably, Governors will have more effect on their citizens more than the federal government will.
ONLY Democrats will have primary elections. Though let’s not be surprised if GOP holds one too, depending on how Trump’s first two years bodes for them.
Join campaigns of your candidates as early as you can, or if you don’t know who to support yet, at least take part in GOTV efforts, learn where they truly stand on issues, keep the campaigns positive. Donate. If we don’t want them depending on big money, then we have to donate ourselves, even if it’s just a dollar a month.
No matter who wins the primary elections, let’s support the candidate. Let’s have one hell of a Convention once more without the drama. Let’s learn from the mistakes we made and do better. Most of all, whatever happens in Trump’s first term, let’s keep amplifying minority voices and our issues. We can’t make our national elections be just about White people and their anxiety.
We are America, too.
Many of these are quiet hard work. There will be days when it seems pointless or you’re only affecting three blocks within your neighborhood. We will have setbacks. We will get knock down. The Fight For America won’t always be the hot topic of the day. You’ll be doing work while the rest of the country seem to have forgotten, become apathetic, checked out, and now focused on other things.
But anytime we get knocked down, we get back up. And remember:
“Never Stop Believing That Fighting For What’s Right Is Worth It”
Today I fucked up by throwing fries at a rude customer.
Ok, this happened years ago. If this is against the rules, I apologize. But I saw the post about the restaurant employee who told about telling off a rude customer and figured i’d share my tale.
Let me start out by saying I have manic depression and anxiety. Not self diagnosed, actual doctor diagnosed. And for those who are fortunate enough to have neither, don’t pretend you do. No sane person would want this.
During my collage years, I worked full time at McDonalds. A fate worse than death for me. I’m real nervous and tense all the time. I’d describe it was always having a feeling something awful is about to happen but it never does.
I would have starved to death if it wasn’t for left over McDonalds which still makes me sick thinking of the smell. For the most part, I stayed in back. But there were times when I was in the front lines. I’m not suppose to work at Restaurants. It’s on file on my therapist that I can’t do work relating to social interaction. But files don’t pay for college nor feed me.
There was this bitch who came in 2-3 times a month. Maybe more. She would always complain about her food. You could just cook her food and bring it to her. She’d bring it back half eaten and claim it was cold. Management always gave her free food just to get rid of her. That only encouraged her antics.
Well, I graduated college and was set to move back home. I was gonna put my two weeks notice in a few days later when it happened.
Someone didn’t show up and I was stuck on the front lines. For the most part, people were decent. They wouldn’t mind me looking at the counter or my stutter(which goes away when im pissed, which comes into play).
4:30. Here she comes with two kids. My heart drops seeing her. I heard co-workers complain about her but this was my first and last time dealing with her. “Maybe she’s not as bad as they say” I think. First fucking thing “Hey! Look me in the eyes when I talk to you”. Sorry I can’t help it.
She orders a ton of food. It was the worst experience. I have a habit of asking to confirm. “4 medium orders of fries mam?” “That’s exactly what I said. Can you hear?”. I prayed for a co-worker who knew me to help but it never happened.
I got it over with. She went to her table. She came and got her food. Sure enough, 20 minutes later, here she was. “Um, my fries and my kid’s fries were cold. Can I get some actual fresh ones?”. Of course, that didn’t stop them from eating it all.
But i comply. I tell one of my co-workers I am going to snap. He gives me a look of compassion. I watched them come out of the grease. I give them to her. She says something rude like “about time” and leaves.
Then she comes back in. “Hey! These fries are cold too? I think I said I wanted warm and fresh fries”. I try to tell her that I saw them cooked myself but I was stuttering. Then she crossed the line. “uh, uh,uh,uh. Stop stuttering. No wonder you can’t get my fucking food made right”. That pissed me off.
I snap. My co-worked heard this and fixed her 4 orders of fries again. That’s 12 orders of fries they made for her and her kids. I grab the tray and sit it down. She’s aruging with her kids. Without looking at the counter. She asks “Are they done? I’m in a hurry!”.
Instincts kick in and I grab two of the boxs of fries(back then, only the large came in the red boxes). She turned to me and I threw them at her. One box hit her right between the eyes. “Here’s your fucking fries, you fat bitch!” I yell and immediately storm out of the restaurant, drowning out everything said to me.
I never went back. I never returned the uniform. I never got my last paycheck. I was panicked for a bit that I could be taken to court as that could be seen as assault. But nothing came.
But to be honest, doing that was worth more than anything that job had. The only regret I had was that I didn’t throw all 4 orders of fries at her.
Too Long; Didnt Read Me, A manic depressive with anxiety gets picked on by a woman at McDonalds. Gets mad, throws box of fries at her and leaves.