What do you think could be the worst thing that could happen at a popular family fast food outlet, on a beautifully sunny Saturday morning? If your answer was a soggy burger, or the wrong portion of fries, then sadly in our modern times you, and I would be getting that question seriously wrong.
In the time it took me to decide wether or not I should cross the road to the outlet, to get a cup of tea and to use their 'facilities' a man was brutally assualted and stabbed, right there in front of my eyes. I can still hear him screaming in pain from the wounds. All I can recall is standing like a frozen statue, in some sort of gruesome tableau, along with other diners, and staff. It took several seconds before everyone was galvanised into action. Firstly to give first aid to the man, count the minutes till the ambulance arrived and pray that they got there in time.
I felt fine at first, then the reaction set in. I ended up going into the store to get a hot drink as my hands and legs were shaking so much. The manager gave me a cup of tea on the house. I spent most of the day strangely calm, yet upset, as I went over the details of a 'what might have been situation' if I had been there at the "wrong" time instead.
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