Pulled into the McDonalds parking lot around eleven.
Now, I stay away from the Arches. Life is too short, I think, to eat crappy food, but once in a very great while, I’ll treat myself to a quarter pounder. About once every two months is usually enough, and then only if I KNOW the fries have JUST been dropped- cold fries make the whole meal inedible.

SO i ordered the #3 meal, handed the girl my card, and the computers went down.

“Sorry!” I said, I don’t have any cash”.

“It’s already being made. Take it on us”. Now, that, as Jules said, was a tasty burger! but having gotten my free lunch (Yeah, I know, tanstaafl) I figure I’ve used up my luck for the day, and bigger’n shit, no deer accompanied me home.

I did SEE a deer, and it was almost where I could shoot it! Damned thing stood there on the other side of a fence I can’t shoot across, and I waited and waited as it drew ever nearer, and then some fucktard in a car STOPPED AND WAVED AT THE DEER, which proceeded to head for the hills.

Oh, well, that’s why they call it “hunting” and not “getting”