So, I am standing against the curb, on the side of the parking lot at my Mt Dora Wendys, talking to my General Manager. All of the sudden, this car steers directly towards me, and causes me to step up on the curb. The car stops, and I notice an old man behind the wheel with his window down. I ask him, Sir, is there something that I can do for you?. At this point, I believe that maybe he recognizes me, and probably wanted to get my attention to share something that was on his mind. Nope! He looks at me with a straight face and says: I was trying to run you over!. Obviously, that old coot was Bat sh## Crazy!
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 00:57:57 +0000
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