A Seasoned Professional
When it comes to cops, I’m not a big fan. Arrogant, cocky, with an “I’m the boss” attitude. Maybe they really are the boss, and that’s probably what ticks me off, because I’ve never really cared for authority figures. Of course, I know not all cops act that way. And admittedly, if I were to awaken in the middle of the night to find a knife-wielding maniac picking the lock on my front door, they would be the first on my “call in case of emergency” list. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. At least for the time being.
While waiting and trying to remain calm, though, I would admittedly be wringing my hands. Not so much because scary-knife-guy would still be struggling with the lock at my front door, but because I’d be hoping and praying that the officer dispatched to nip in the bud my pending bloodbath was not otherwise occupied with more important issues. Like interrogating and arresting that bitch at McDonald’s who put too much salt on his hamburger!
UNION CITY, Ga. - A McDonald’s employee spent a night in jail and is facing criminal charges because a police officer’s burger was too salty, so salty that he says it made him sick.
Beyond the interrogation, factor in the additional time required to take her to the station, and of course the time to complete the paperwork to lock her up. Oh yeah, and I’m sure there are procedures to follow to have that meat sent to the crime lab. That must take awhile, too.
Police said samples of the burger were sent to the state crime lab for tests.
Meanwhile, the Charlie Manson wannabe is still on my front porch, and seems to be making progress …
Are you kidding me? This cop Wendell Adams certainly hasn’t done anything to elevate my opinion of law enforcement officials. If his drive-through fast food experience was less than satisfactory, I’m quite sure it could have been resolved without throwing some poor kid in the slammer. Don’t eat it. Take it back. Complain. Get a new and better burger. Yum! That’s what those of us without a badge do.
I always order extra cheese on my burgers. Sometimes, they screw up and I don’t get it, even though I’ve paid the extra 30 cents. It ticks me off. Maybe I should join the police academy, get that badge, so I can finally get some justice.
hamburger arrest, wendell adams, kendra bull

November 16th, 2007 at 1:05 am
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