I even had the door to a KFC opened for me by Kayshawn and he not only offered the usual "have a nice day" but also called me Sir. When I came round in the ambulance the medic said I'd appeared to have passed out in shock. In the brief time I was out of it I'd had what I can only describe as a colonial plantation master & servant episode. I even got free gravy with my bargain bucket. This may or may not have actually happened.
Gravy? That's tomato sauce in Yankland. True story this; a pal of mine, half Jew half Mick from Boston, went on a monumental coke and booze bender in La La Land. Came out of blackout somewhere around Compton, surrounded by flashing red and blue lights, cops pointing guns at him, police sergeant with a megaphone, the whole nine yards. He had no idea what he might have done or been suspected of doing. Conversation went like this; Megaphone Cop: Sir, do not ****ing move Sir. Put your hands on your ****ing head, Sir, or I will blow your ****ing brains out Sir. My Pal: Hey quick draw McGraw, if you're gonna ****ing shoot me, you may wanna take your safety off first... MC: (pause)....Sir...do you have mental health issues Sir?....
http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/uk-world-news/body-thrown-plane-found-roof-10223380 United Airlines have took there customer service responsibilities to a new level. Now they drop you off at the door.