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some king in the ghetto is a fun time.

i went to pick up my wife from work, and we wanted to get something for the ride home, because traffic was going to be a bitch. so we stopped at the nearest king. we were going to just run in, until we saw the sign that the dinner room closes at 'dusk.' not a specfic time, but 'dusk.' i thought maybe that they were afraid of vampires, but then i remembered where i was.

we placed our order, and then pulled up to pay, and then onto the second window. i received my drink, and was called 'honey' by the women behind the glass; which i love; howeve won't get into. so we are sitting there waiting for the rest of our order, when we were told to backup behind the 'blue pole.'

i had to ask him to repeat himself, because this was something i wasn't used to hearing. at lest not in whitieville. so i looked behind me, and backed up. we gave each other an odd look, and then realized why. we're in the ghetto. they don't want to be shot at. so we had to sit in between the two windows while we waited for our order. i really don't think the woman who gave us the drink cared, because she knew that a couple of whities in our car weren't going to do anything, but the young kid was just doing his job.

we were then waved to pull forward to receive our food, and then we were off. i recomend this experience to anyone who wants an adventure.