Macaulay Culkin At Dunkin Donuts
I'm standing in front of the ugly orange counter about to order three dozen bear claws when an old man hobbles up to the counter. "Hey, do you got any creamer back there? This milk smells fucking awful," he wheezes. "Sir, this customer was here before you," peeps the tiny lady behind the counter. I just give an awkward smile, and the man says, "Who, this faggot? He can wait, I've got coffee over there getting cold." The tiny lady is angry. She clears her throat and begins to repeat herself. I try to say "Excuse me" but instead I punch the old man in the stomach and dash out of the Dunkin Donuts. A couple days later I hear that he died and I feel guilty, especially when I am reminded that my punches kill people.