Brain Fluid

The Hardee's loomed in the dark evening. Once again the air conditioning could not keep up with heat of the kitchen and the heat of a Missouri Summer. The heat had it's effect on the customers this dinner rush. The drive-thru attendant, slightly mad, saw to the needs of angry drive-thru customers. Honestly, is it wise to yell at someone before they give you the food? He could have sworn that he had been killed and transported to Hade's fast food restaurant, where he would slave away at the sins of his short life. Evidence to this fact was the heat, the demonic nature of his patrons, and the way the drive-thru bell sounded. Each bell rang like the sound of his name. Yes, he was in Hade's or he was crazy, which may have been a close second. Then like a tornado, the rush came and went. In the wake left things to be cleaned and organized. The manager of this onslaught relax to a cup of coffee. The drive-thru attendant helped the fry cook clean up his mess and give him a well deserved smoke break.

Oddly, in the peace of the aftermath, there was a commotion. The drive-thru attendant heard the sound of yelling, followed by the voice of authority. A struggle filled the air, then silence again. The manager moved out of her office and disappeared in the front. The drive-thru attendant moved curiously to the front also, after a time. The grill was quite a mess after a four-dollar-an-hour-over-worked grill guy showed his Hardee's how much he thought four dollars worth of work was. The cashier girl was crying and the manager was attempting to consul her. The cashier girl had pretty cat-like eyes. The sounds of yelling was again heard.

Crazed voice said, "Stupid bitch, calling the cops on me! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!?"

The drive-thru guy looked at the manager and she told a tell of how the crazy man in the lobby was selling stolen credit cards and the police left him there. The crazy man looked as if he had changed his clothes in weeks. The manager didn't know why he was still there, yet he continued to yell obscenities at the cashier with the pretty cat like eyes. The drive-thru attendant asked the manager why she didn't do anything about it. The manager said she was afraid he would kill her. One look at the cashier gave the drive-thru attendant all the strength he need to not to fear death.

The drive-thru attendant approached the crazy looking man and asked him if he could help him in anyway. The man threw some more obscenities toward the cat-eyed cashier and said he would like a cup of coffee. The drive-thru guy bravely told him he would give a cup to him, for free, if he stopped yelling at the cashier. The crazy man then stated that he was a spy and the Russians were out to get him. He was a top operative in the CIA and, if he showed the drive-thru guy, he would be forced to kill everyone in the restaurant. The drive-thru fella explained that the cashier had just lost her family and was no way a spy for the Russians. In the end she was not his enemy.

The crazy man said, "Oh yeah, She thinks she knows pain. She thinks she knows pain. I lost my whole family in a car accident!" Then the man pulled out a card and stuck it on the thumb of the drive-thru attendant. The card STUCK to attendant's thumb.
The crazy man's eyes glazed over and he said, "Brain fluid, sticky like glue!"
Slightly horrified, the drive thru guy fetched the crazy man's free coffee. While in a java transit, the drive-thru attendant decided to play fire with fire. The coffee arrived and the drive thru guy began a tale of how this Hardee's was a CIA outpost and the crazy man was in danger from the Russians. It would be best if the crazy man was to leave and the cat-eyed cashier had done him a favor.
The crazy man apologized to the cat-eyed cashier for his out burst. He, even, thanked her for calling the police on him and left.
The cat-eyed cashier gave the drive-thru guy a kiss for his heroics and quick thinking.