You just ordered that juicy Big Mac and you are on that golden arched road to victory. Not so fast. First, you have to stop to pay for your two dollar heart attack. So you hand the man your money and expect to be on your way.
Then it hits you, you can't move. You're stuck. Trapped. Waiting impatiently for the line to go forward, even just a foot, for you can feel someone's stare is upon you. Slowly, you return your gaze to the guy that continues to take your paycheck and... BOOM! You retreat your eyes back toward the path and whatever you do-- don't make eye contact with the McDonald's Man.
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