I was sitting in McDonalds eating
breakfast. It was fairly early on a Saturday and the shoppers had just started
to come in. This included the chavs. A fat family came in and the mother went
to order while the son and father went to get seats. And then the daughter came
in. What a beautiful reunion. There were hugs all around asking how was she and
where her girls were and what was she up to? Apparently she was on her way up
to Birmingham and the girls were in another shop. The mother clearly thought
this was an act of class. Then the food arrived and the father who hadn’t said
a word announced that his third McMuffin was missing but told the mother not to
worry. Is it that bad that family reunions now take place in a town centre
McDonalds with a distance of only three miles apart? Only in Redditch.
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