Starvation. The only thing on your mind while driving to Mcdonalds at 8:46 PM. It was a pretty short drive and when you got there you parked in a free spot infront of the building.

After parking you walked into the restaurant and ordered your food— maybe this diet wouldn’t work out after all.

“Order 316!” A worker called out after 15 minutes or so of waiting. You bounced over and said a quick thank you before walking out.

Seriously? Wait to put a damper on a perfect night.

A bike parked right infront of your car, great. You stormed over with a furrowed brow and kicked the bike away

“C’mon- move!” You grunted in frustration.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! The hell’re you doin?!” A cracking voice called out, “Don’t kick my baby Courtney!”

Even better. The owner of the damn thing.

“Your parking is terrible!” You spat,

“It’s not terrible. I could sue you for this!” The guy groaned, running a hand over his face— “What an idiot— who does this sorta thing?”

“Somebody who’s hungry and wants to go home!”

“Are your un-parking skills that terrible?”

“Un-parkin— what?!”

“Alright. Just move, psycho—“ He was quickly cut off by a big mac smacking him across the face.

“I’m having a not so great night and food was supposed to make it better so stop being an asshole!” You scolded.

The man looked up with a hint of a smile.

“You’re crazy.”