lemonlimeskull: So I'm sitting in Hardee's (Carl's JR for
anyone here one the west coast)
lemonlimeskull: This huge African American dude sits across
from me at the booth. Plenty of tables around, of course,
since this is Hardee's.
lemonlimeskull: Since I don't usually have uninvited guests at
fast food restaurants, I'm naturally a bit put off while
simultaniously wondering what the deal is.
lemonlimeskull: The guy goes "Hey, man what you do for a
living?"
lemonlimeskull: I must've looked really confused, but I manage
to answer "Game designer... Why?"
lemonlimeskull: The guy sits there for a good thirty seconds,
looking out the window over my shoulder.
lemonlimeskull: Then he finally looks me straight on and says
"Good, lemme ask you a question..."
lemonlimeskull: "Why don't Pacman wanna eat eyes?"
lemonlimeskull: I just gave him this really quizzical look,
then he gets up and leaves.
lemonlimeskull: After a few seconds of wondering wtf that was
all about, I look out the window over my shoulder and see
about five police cars slowly driving off into the distance.
lemonlimeskull: The worst part is...... WHY doesn't Pacman
wanna eat eyes?!
