Perhaps he was Ronald's angry cousin. I don't know. I do know I had the misfortune to encounter a man who bore a striking resemblance to McDonalds' icon. No, not the golden arches, the other icon, the clown with the red hair, creepy smile, and too-big shoes.
I was at Staples with the girls this morning, and while I was dealing with Amadea, this big, angry, red-haired nutcase came to a standstill near us, looked right at me, and said, "Nice," in the most condescending tone I have heard addressed towards me in an awfully long time. Now, I don't know where this came from, and it is not typically how I interact with other humans, but without pausing to think it through, I fired right back at him, "Why don't you go ahead and muzzle your inside voice?"
The girls and I walked off, leaving him standing there, pondering.
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