McCrazy McCrackhead

A couple years ago I was working at a McDonald’s located inside a Wal-Mart (in Canada). I found out from working there that the purpose of having a McDonald’s in a Wal-Mart is to filter for all the exceptionally crazy people into one area, like a circus. It escalated to the point of being just ridiculous so I quit after a few months. Anyhoo, one of the worst things that happened there was this one man. He wasn’t very old, 50’s probably, but he came in and he was all cracked out asking if he could use the washroom in the McDonald’s. I told him that it was for employees only, and pointed him to the Wal-Mart washroom down the aisle. Minutes pass, then he returns and asks if I can show him exactly where the washroom was. Thinking he was simply a harmless crack head I walked him to the door. BIG MISTAKE. The guy, out of knowhere, freaks right the fuck out, and starts calling me a fag and yelling for the manager.  A Wally World manager came along and escorted him out of the store for me.