Some people take their junk food seriously. Especially in New Zealand it seems.
Two men walked into a petrol station near Auckland. One of them went to the pie warmer, picked up several pies and placed one inside his jacket. He then asked the attendant if he could have one pie for free but was told he would have to pay for all of them. He storms off in a huff, then goes off and talks to his mate in the car outside, and decides he really does want his free pies. But the attendant has locked the doors of the shop.
The man returned to the car where he and his friend decided they would find another way to enter the store. They drove the car through the door, one of them picks up his pies off the counter and they do a runner. A police chase followed, ended with them running over some police road spikes.
Seriously, a service station pie. These guys have an instant insanity defence. When has anyone ever had a decent servo pie. Soggy, lukewarm, meatless, yes, but decent eating, never.
And in related junk food cravings news, also in New Zealand, a man flew into a rage after staff at a Wendy’s restaurant mucked up his order. He allegedly smashed tills, flipped tables and assaulted a police officer who responded to the incident. After being apprehended he was taken to hospital to be treated for injuries he had suffered during the arrest.
This one is more understandable. I mean who hasn’t felt like throttling the idiot teenager who screws up their order at a takeaway. I get pissed off with repeating orders twice or more, thinking to myself “do I not speak English?” or “fuck you, listen” or “maybe if you concentrated on your job you wouldn’t fuck my order up”.
I’m listening to The Living End – Song For The Lonely
