Strangers with Stories (Adult Language): Wendy's
So I’m at Blockbuster tonight, dropping off a few videos that my youngest daughter took out and never watched, and as I park the car, I notice a guy approaching. I try to ignore him.
GUY: You have any spare change?
ME (hustling): Sorry, bro.
GUY: Thanks for nothing.
This pissed me off. I drop off the videos, quickly, and walk back outside, aggressively.
ME: So, what…I owe you something?
GUY: What the fuck? All I asked you for was change.
ME: And you give me this …? (we pause, not knowing what we’re angry about) Hey, you want dinner?
GUY: Sure.
We go to Long John’s Silver, but it’s closed. He (his name, I find out, is Pops or Lester – he seems to prefer Pops), suggests Wendy’s – which is a walk, but it gives us a chance to talk. He’s 61, and sells
Street Wise. He makes better than $100 a day, mostly on tips at Starbuck’s (POPS: People spend six dollars on coffee, and all I want is one, they figure, what the hell? And they usually give me two or three and don’t take a paper)
At Wendy’s, I’m interested in what Pops will order. He goes with a Cheeseburger with Bacon, a Double Stack (getting these two menu items in this way is a better deal than a Triple Stack, Pops points out, and it’s true), fries and a Frosty. I get a Double Stack; it’s abysmal. Over dinner, we talk.
POPS: I been in the penitentiary five, no six times since 1998. Last time, it was total bullshit. I was in alley taking a piss, and this cop stopped me, said I had coke on me, and all I had was my cock in my hand. The color of the bag he said I had didn’t even match the ones the dealer he also busted had.
We shot the shit about Jeff Fort, and the GD (Gangster Disciples), which Pops said he was a member of, and which helped him avoid getting raped while he was doing time. We talk about his kids living in Atlanta, and how some punks ripped him off earlier today.
And so it goes.
As we walk back to Blockbuster, Pops comments aloud on the derriere of every woman who walks by. They seem appreciative, which I find surprising. No offense. They make eye contact. I didn’t know this could happen.
At my car, we shake.
POPS: See you at Borders!
So, that was a slice, and it cost me only $10 (I bought "dinner" and gave Pops the few bucks change).
Driving home, I notice the distinct smell of Mennen coming off my right hand. It is not unpleasant.
Wendy's
11 N Harlem Ave
Oak Park, IL 60302
708.383.4290
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