Fast Food Isn’t Fun Food

This story happened on my little brother’s birthday. My mother was going through a rough patch of a divorce, so we had to rely on fast food a lot. We were actually going after his party, to Chick Fil A whenever this happened, and we had just got in when it got creepy.

The first major creepy thing that happened, was this man coming up behind my mom and I. We thought at first that he would just get in line, so my mom and I kept looking forward.

Then the man began to speak to us, nothing really creepy at first, just a casual hello.

The thing that came next was rather shocking. Now before I continue, I must mention the age I was at the time. I was around nine years old, and my younger brother was six years old. We have that weird age gap thing, at times I’m three years older than him, and at other times I’m only two years older. Back to the story.

He had already begun to draw closer to my mom and me and had become more touchy.

He has his hand on my mom’s shoulder and he acted like he knew my mom and me. People began to notice, and my Aunt who was in the play part with my brother was staring. He even began to compliment me on how pretty I was, and I knew something was up.

We had gotten our food shortly later, getting my Aunt and my brother, and going to a seat in the restaurant, away from the creepy guy. Later we heard some commotion and noises outside, and we naturally, being people, looked out the window.

We saw the man who was detained, in handcuffs. We noisily, as we went out, went slowly so we could hear what was going on. Apparently, he was on parole for a kidnapping and had a parole violation, by interacting with his victim. (Violation of a restraining order I guess).

I don’t know if this man was just being kind, or if he had planned more with my mom and I. I can’t say I hate Chick Fil A now, I can eat me some chicken nuggets all day, but I am now more aware.

Kfc creepers

First some background I work at a kfc in Colorado, I have worked for my company for three years now I started at an older store and recently moved to a newer store. The older store I worked at was in a smaller town, not quite small enough to say that the closest neighbors were so far away but it didn’t have any big businesses. The closest Walmart was about five miles from the edge of town the kfc I worked at was about the only franchise in town aside from a Dairy Queen and Sonic. So we were at the edge of town mainly out of the way, we always closed early because we got maybe six customers from 8-9 we were however supposed to close at 10 so we still got a few cars from time to time because none of the big bosses in the company knew we closed early. The old store had a broken door and kinda stuck open so people were still able to open it if we didn’t push after it closed most of the time people were understanding about it but there were a few that weren’t that normal. There was one group who came in when we only had the drive thu still open, there were three men all drunk one apparently had trouble with his pants because his thing was hanging out, there was currently only three women still there none of us strong or armed and one man (our cook, our cooks left sooner than us because they didn’t cook anything in the last hour and a half we were open but they still needed to clean their area) now the cook was in the back when they came in he was just finishing up and noticed us having trouble with these guys so he stood next to my cousin taking the order as I made it to quickly get them out, we made sure the door was locked and closed afterwards that was the worst one my first year. The next year I was working at the small store still now this time it was me that forgot to check the door, my manager told me this story the next day. Weed is a huge thing in Colorado at this point so this guy was tweaking more than the usual, can I get this with, insert thing that costs more and is stupid, on top I once had to put two tenders on three burgers, so this guy comes in tweaking past 11 pm, as that was the time I left, and sat in the lobby he didn’t make a noise didn’t go to the register just sat the manager said she grabbed the pan grabber (a long piece of mettal with a weird triangle at the end made to take pans out of the oven) as a weapon and walked forward to speak to the guy he didn’t respond instead he just stared at her that was when the oven going through it’s cleaning cycle made a loud noise and she had a stroke of genius and called “Issaac! Are you almost done?” Isaac was one of our cooks also the one who worked that night, the guy looked in the direction of the noise got up and walked didn’t get in a car just walked away and again we are at the edge of town further away from any house than any other place in town. It still gives me goosebumps to think what would have happened had that noise not startled the guy. Now this year I’m in a new store that just opened this one is in the middle of a shopping center so we get more people and stay open later. The store is in a big parking lot housing many businesses and there are a few strange things that happen but they try to avoid notice so if there’s a car in our parking lot we’re typically safe. But just recently a lady was trying to get in one of our guys opened the door to see if she needs help and to tell her “sorry, we’re closed” but she forces her way past. I’m in the back just putting a bag in a trash can, the last thing I had to do, when another guy pokes his head around the corner and says someone got in, one more guy and my manager (same woman as other stories) and myself look up startled it’s 11:15 and no one should be able to get in so we walk up I lean against the counter and we just make sure she knows she’s outnumbered but she just puts her gloves on and asks if anyone would be willing to give her a ride now I’m paranoid I have no problem giving a ride to anyone I know but this lady wasn’t known by anyone so we all apologized and said no. It wasn’t untill she left that I realized she had someone with her someone who had a shopping cart full of stuff, now I didn’t see this person but the first guy said that he was able to deter her from coming in. There is only one question I have from that encounter what were they planning? No one had a car that could fit a shopping cart. So I only have one thing to say after all of this and that is please don’t come to a place after hours even if you find a way to get inside you have no idea how creepy you may be.

Stalked for Months

After all this time, just remembering this leaves me nervous. I worked at Mcdonalds while studying at college, both full-time. A few months into this job and I actually enjoyed most shifts. Some were a pain, others downright funny. The managers appreciated my friendly attitude towards customers, so I was behind the counter taking orders like most nights. I greeted the first customer with a smile.

“Hi there! May I take your order?”

It was as I finished speaking this automatic greeting that I notice something. The customer behind the first, an older man did a double-take directly at me. But only after I began speaking. This in of itself is not abnormal, as I have a mixed accent that some pick up on. But…The moment our eyes met, my stomach dropped. He was around six foot, wore baggy jeans and a beige jacket with a black hat. Mostly bald based on what I could see, but it was his eyes. That creepy, slow-growing smile didn’t reach them.

After what felt like hours, I cleared my throat and wrapped up that first order, genuinely dreading his approach. I even remember telling myself to knock it off, as I was judging this stranger far too quickly.

“Hey there, may I take your order?” I greet him, forcing a pleasant enough smile.

“Yes.” He speaks unnecessarily softly. When nothing else follows, I asked him what he would like. But like before, he just stands there holding my gaze with that awful, slow grin again. A good ten seconds pass before he answers, but the order goes as expected otherwise.

The following night I worked the drink station for a change. There was a partition wall there, but I stepped out into view of the lobby. I had my hand on the ice cream handle to pour a McFlurry when there it was, my stomach just sank like before. Everyone knows the feeling of being watched. Even though a fellow employee could have been staring my way, instinct left me turning towards the lobby. There he was, purposely turned in his seat just to stare at me. It was like looking at a photograph, his smile and position completely still as other customers walked throughout.

This happened several times a week for two whole months. He would order a drink, and simply sit there for five, or six hours. When I worked on the floor itself to clean, he would turn to keep staring my way. He was so obvious that even a friend at work noticed him, but the managers didn’t care.

Another night he appeared while I was taking orders, entering just a minute after I logged into the till. Uncomfortably, I take his order and reach out to accept the change. This is when he grabbed at my wrist, pulling it slightly towards him. Looking back, I wish I reacted differently. But in the moment, I simply stood there like a moron in shock. “When do you finish work, Robyn?” Everyone wore a name tag, but the way he spoke my name spiked a level of adrenaline I didn’t even know I had.

With the change slowly tucked into my hand, I pulled my arm away from him quickly, freeing myself from his grasp. He suddenly looked angry, or offended as I ignored him. There was no way I was risking getting grabbed again, so I instead just left his receipt on the counter. “Robyn.” This time he had the nerve to actually raise his voice! I walked away quickly, leaving someone else to hand him his order while I cleaned.

It took forever for my adrenaline and racing heart to settle, as I honestly felt threatened. I didn’t even see the point in speaking with a manager, because they had ignored me thus far. Finally, midnight rolls around and it’s time to go home. By then I was feeling better, and planned on waiting by the doors for Mum’s car to come into sight. Living in a small, familiar town left me over-confident that nothing serious would happen.

I started considering waiting just past the doors that night, as the restaurant was stuffy and I didn’t mind the cool air. With my eyes on an my iPod, the automatic door slid open as I completely froze mid-step. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, adrenaline flooding me in an instant this time. That’s when I see it, a car parked directly outside the doors with its’ engine running. The driver’s face was mostly hidden since it was dark, but I recognized that black hat right away. Even at night, I could still make out one hand resting on his door handle.

He must have not seen me, because this guy had the balls to lean in his seat, like he was trying to actually hide himself from view. I take one step back, about to turn and book it past the second automatic door, back inside for help. But at that moment, I see Mum’s car pull in close by. With the parking lot no longer empty, the creep pulled away. Even so, I waited until he was gone before rushing across to Mum’s car. I tell her, and we agree that I need to get through to the managers the following day.

They thankfully believed me, and I think one even looked into the surrounding cameras. But for whatever reason, he never returned. Thank God. It was a relief, but I wasn’t reassured completely until I left that job some weeks later.

Please, trust your instinct. Even when your body reacts before your own mind does. If mine hadn’t, I would have walked out of those doors and passed that car obliviously. I don’t even want to think of what might have happened. Don’t ignore your surroundings even in a familiar home-town. Wonderful people, and horrifying people are everywhere, regardless of the area. Stay safe.

The Creeper at the Drive Thru

I was 16 when I worked at Taco Bell. It was right next to my high school, an easy job, and fun because my friends would always come in to hang out when it wasn’t busy.

I’m a pretty girl; tall with nice curves, green eyes, and dark red hair. I was used to guys hitting on me and I just brushed it off, I had a boyfriend at the time and I was, still am, extraordinarily loyal. I’d had a few weird guys hit on me, like one time a guy asked what tasted the best and I said it’s all pretty good, only for him to ask what I tasted like in response. I’m tough, with eight years of mixed martial arts experience and a few months of juvie due to former drug use, several suspensions for fighting, and one expulsion for violent tendencies under my belt. Nothing scares me, so stuff like that always made me laugh.

Until my sixth month working in Taco Hell.

Legally, if you’re under the age of 18 they can’t work you after 10 pm and more than 20 hours a week. My manager (who I later found out got fired for skimming funds) was a jerk and did not follow these laws. She made me work on days I requested off, even my own birthday, and overtime, which interfered with school.

It was cold outside and pouring rain, so not a lot of business that night. My manager had me working until midnight that night, a Thursday. At about 10:0 and it was just me and a few of the cooks. I was working the drive thru because the lobby area was closed by that time. We were goofing off because like I said, it wasn’t busy. One of the cooks made me a burrito because it was just that slow. I was eating in the manager’s office with my headset off as I watched the camera’s.

I glanced away for a moment because one of the cooks, my best friend, was dancing around to the awful music the other cook was playing. I glance back to the cameras and I nearly fall out of my seat. There’s a man standing in the drive thru. He’s literally just staring at the screen that informs you what’s on your order. I laugh it off, set my burrito down, and put my headset back on. Since the lobby is closed, I humor the guy and decide to let him order.

“Hey there! Welcome to Taco Bell, how may I take your order?” I put on my ‘customer’ voice. If you work in food, or even retail, you know what I mean.

The guy, instead of answering, flips out and suddenly kicks the screen. I jumped up and my eyes went wide.

I speak again, serious now. “Please don’t do that sir, or I will have to ask you to leave.”

And he laughs. Chills run down my spine as he starts towards the drive thru window that I was dumb enough to leave unlocked. I run over just as he reached it and slides it open. I keep my distance as he gives me this nerve wracking grin. He’s tall and pale and looks (and smells) like he’s allergic to showering. His teeth are yellow and I was pretty sure he was high, due to the distant look in his eyes.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing? I just want to slip my hand down your pants…” He had practically growled as he tried climbing through the window. With his torso inside, he grabbed my shoulder firmly and then wrapped his arm around my neck before I could slip away. The cooks see whats going on and run to me, but they’re both small women.

One pulls out her phone and calls 911 while the other grabs a broom to beat him with. Me? I’m oddly calm. Even when he gropes my breasts. That is, until he started to slip his hand down my pants. Normally I fight rationally and use all what I know from my defense training. But this time I didn’t. I bite down on his arm. And hard. I take a chunk out of his arm and he lets me go, bleeding profusely and in pain. And I literally have a chunk of his skin in my mouth. Honestly, looking back, I think I was the crazy one here.

The police arrived but the guy had run off. They took the chunk of skin I had bitten off for DNA evidence in case he was already in the system. I gave a description and shrugged most of it off at the time. They never caught the guy, unfortunately.

I quit Taco Bell the following day. After a week, I was put in therapy for the incident and nightmares I had following. My boyfriend broke up with me because of it but too much had happened for me to care.

This was seven years ago now. I graduated high school the following year, 17 by then, and I went to college and became a mortician. I got married three years ago, oddly enough to one of the people that had worked at Taco Bell with me. He wasn’t there right when it happened but had actually come in to cover for me the rest of the night. He and I have two kids now, and needless to say, we will not be letting them work at Taco Bell.