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Friday, April 27, 2012

Phesant, anyone?


From 1985 - 1992, I worked at Hardee's North at 12 & Locust Sts. in Quincy, IL.  Late one evening, a young lady that worked with me came through the drive-thru and ordered a meal.  I recognized her cheerful voice over the drive-thru speaker, and I called her by her first name,and I asked her to "drive around to the window" to pick up her order.

Within the past week of this visit, this lady had bought a new Ford Escort that she was proud of.  When she pulled up to the window in her new car, her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers were white from the lack of circulation. 

***HER NEW CAR HAD NO WINDSHIELD!***

Covering her face and body, and all over the entire interior of her car was tons of feathers - and the guts from a phesant!  She was driving on the highway when a phesant flew through her windshield.  There wasn't a speck of glass still in that window frame.  This girl had a huge, Cheshire-Cat grin on her face, and her eyes were WIDE open.  I knew she was in shock.  Her mother lived 2 blocks from this Hardee's, so I had her pull her car over, and I called her mother to come to the restaurant to pick her up.  I couldn't let that poor gal continue down the road with phesant guts plastered all over her hands...face... body... car...  

- Michael

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