adventures in the ghetto

So late tonight the Chicago trio went to McDonald's to get some soft serve ice cream. The McD's near us had a broken machine. What are the two round girls to do? So we went to the other McD's. The one in the ghetto. The one where we are in such a bad neighborhood there's an armed guard. That's right, a security guard with a gun. A worker was bringing cardboard boxes and trash out of the restaurant. The back door and the worker were protected by a big guy with what seemed to be (if I've learned anything from Law&Order) a 9mm. Now in NY I have been to a Popeye's with bullet-proof glass, but never an armed security guard.

My ice cream tasted like fear.