Popeye's
Whalley Ave
New Haven, Connecticut
Steven: Can I have the 5 piece tenders combo?
Popeye's Employee: What would you like for a side?
Steven: Beans and rice.
Popeye's Employee: $89.91.
Steven: Always jacking up the price! *pays with a hundred dollar bill*
Ken: Steven, what the heck?! Why are you here in New Haven?
Steven: There's no Popeye's in Middletown!
Ken: How did you get here anyway?
Steven: I took the bus!
Ken: You're in a dangerous city, Steven! It's a great place to get shot! Time to beat you up!
Steven: I'm waiting for my food!
Popeye's Employee: No, let him beat you up! Go back to wherever you came from!
Steven: No!!! You don't understand! He.....
Ken: *beats up Steven*
Steven: *getting beat up*
Teenage Boy: *walks in with a do rag, white shirt, tan shorts, white socks, and white Nikes* Can I have a chicken sandwich?
Ken: *still beating up Steven*
Steven: *still getting beat up*
This story was written on Monday, September 16th, 2024.
A/N Steven, stay out of New Haven! You don't belong there! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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