It could be worse. You might be served food by some whacked out nut case.
When I worked at a McDonalds as my first "company job", I made Filet of Fish with a guy named Karl Werner. He got easily and quickly agitated and with him being a few years older than I was he scared me. We shared the same shift and I worked along side him for 3 or 4 months until I got a better job and moved on.
Anyway, I remember looking at my Dad's newspaper during breakfast one morning and his mugshot was on the front page. I vividly remember telling my Dad, "I worked with that guy at McDonalds!".
Furthermore, my future wife, who I hadn't even met yet, was friends with his third victim.
Scott
When I worked at a McDonalds as my first "company job", I made Filet of Fish with a guy named Karl Werner. He got easily and quickly agitated and with him being a few years older than I was he scared me. We shared the same shift and I worked along side him for 3 or 4 months until I got a better job and moved on.
Anyway, I remember looking at my Dad's newspaper during breakfast one morning and his mugshot was on the front page. I vividly remember telling my Dad, "I worked with that guy at McDonalds!".
Furthermore, my future wife, who I hadn't even met yet, was friends with his third victim.
Scott
Karl F. Werner - Wikipedia
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