Also, imagination doesn't seem to be as common with kids these days. I've noticed toys aren't as common. Mostly electronic devices. The kids that have toys just collect them. They don't really play with them. I like to imagine bullshit scenarios at times for entertainment.
A while back, I got a hankering for Burger King onion rings. I know, they aren't all that great. There's just something about them that I like. As a bonus, it gives me epic gas. I decided to go to the location at a mall. The location closest to myself doesn't seem to ever have anyone there. There's always one car in the lot, and nobody inside. Once, I went in there and stood the the counter for a bit, so I decided to check my email. I got done with that and started to look around. I squinted and look into the kitchen. I saw someone peering from a corner. Welp, I wasn't going to play that game and left. Anyhow, the BK at the mall....
Right as I walked into the food court, there was an argument between two teenage girls. It was serious, because they were clapping out their syllables. I placed my order at the Burger King counter. Two large orders of onion rings. I heard a commotion and turned my back. It got physical and the two chicks were on the ground and the people around them started knocking over tables and chairs. Trays were being thrown in directions that didn't make sense. Just tossed randomly. I got my stuff and walked by this shitshow. As I got in the car, I thought to myself... I imaged being someone else and processing the situation in and entirely different way:
I imagined myself as "Adam". You see, Adam is a haughty, sexually ambiguous, middle-aged, upscale man. Adam has a very thin frame and is somewhat effeminate. Adam would be accompanied by "Walter", whom is of the same description.
Adam would be making his was past the food court, on his way to the Burberry store, when the scuffle ensues. Adam's wealth leaves him somewhat sheltered from the world around himself and therefore does not react well to situations such as this. Upon witness, he lets out an moan and faints, dropping his tote bag and damaging his expensive sunglasses. Walter has a bit more fortitude than Adam. His response is to rush to Adam's aide. Walter cradles Adams and fans him with his starched handkerchief. The handkerchief is fancy and expensive. Cheyenne witnesses the distress of the two from the window of a coffee shop.
Cheyenne is an upper class housewife that spends a few hours every two weeks at a food bank. I suppose good intentions are somewhere in there, but it's pretty obvious her actions are veiled and used as promotion among her circle of friends and those that follow her on social media.
Cheyenne springs into action. She abandons her coffee and a goes to purchase an overpriced bottle of Dasani from the barista. She is sure to make it known that she is making the purchase to aid Adam. The barista waives the charge to her. Cheyenne rushes to Adam and Walter. Falsely, she mentions that she purchased the water as a form of assistance. Walter is ever so thankful. He proceeds to open the bottle and pours some of the cool water on Adam's lips. Adam responds with weak moans and slightly opens his eyes. The emt's arrive. Rest assured, Adam makes a recovery with no ill effects.
Cheyenne proceeds to take a few snapshots so that she may post them on her social media site. She entails of her assistance to Adam and Walter. She thinks to herself, "You know what, Cheyenne? You deserve that bottle of Pinot Noir tonight!" She rewards herself often. Too often, if i may say. Her husband, Derrick, thinks so, too. In six months, he is going to leave her.
