I took my 9 year old to get a cut two days ago, after we celebrated his grandfather's birthday.
After the haircut, he was whining like a little brat about wanting to go home to play Fortnite.
When he heard I wanted to go to Popeye's first, he was all pissed off.
I told him
"
relax little homey, I'm ALWAYS in and out of Popeyes in less than 5 minutes" which is the truth.
When I get in there, there was this lady in front of me who ordered 5 chicken sandwiches, when I went to order mine the clerk tells me it's going to be a while.
I ended up waiting 20 damn minutes
, while my son squirmed with impatience in a corner.
But the sandwich had me
when I got home and bit into it.