It sounds like the victim didn't cut the line after all, but was in the line specifically for the chicken sandwich. So he was innocent. and the suspect stabbed him because he couldn't stand seeing another brother about to be served before him, instead of acknowledging the fact that priority lines do exist. I'm an AMC Stubs A-List Member, and I even get certain negros starring at me when I get in the shorter priority line on crowded days. We do pay a monthly fee for that, but some idiots act like they still can't handle seeing another brother go to the shorter line. Even some of the AMC employees act like they can't honor the agreement with AMC Stubs A-List Members, especially with Black male members like myself.
The reason I was blaming the stabbing victim (RIP) at first, was because we do have an issue with certain people indirectly, or sometimes directly, cutting the line, and I see it down here in Atlanta, and it started with Black women trying to be slick with it, then men began to catch on to them. I often see young brothers trying this too, on who they think they can pull it off on. Some big young brother tried this on me about a month or two ago down here at one of the Subways, the chain I first started seeing this happen. I began to assume that people who only wanted something small, like a cookie, or a drink, were aloud to go right to the cashier, in front of anybody still waiting for their sandwich. But I'm starting to believe that was something customers started pulling off on certain other customers, and I was being one of the victims. But that big young brother, who I said tried this on me about a month ago, was a little too direct with it. First, there was this one Indian woman on duty, who is very cool with me, and she's one of the few. She was the only one there that day, and while she was preparing my sandwich, that big young brother just walked to the cashier, and asked for some cookies. This was the first time I knew something wasn't right, probably because I was the only one in line, instead of just being next in line. It felt so wrong, that the Indian woman totally ignored him, and continued making my sandwich, then rung me up. And that young dude, who was young enough to be my son btw, stepped back like he had some sense. I got this feeling if that had been a young sister working back there instead, she would have dropped what she was doing, and let that young brother go ahead of me. This was one incident that could have had me on the news, if I had said something to that young dude, and it didn't go right, and I wounded up having to shoot him or something...I was armed. But I was thinking he was within his rights, until the Indian woman made him wait. That's when I found out all those other customers who went in front of me before were wrong. Some people like to butt in line just to mess with people, and I think that's what that young dude was doing, especially with me being the only one in line. I wish other cashiers would stand up and do the same, when somebody clearly cuts the line like that guy did.
Anyway, I'm beginning to think something like this may have happened to the suspect in this Popeyes stabbing before, or he seen this happen one too many times. But he reacted on the wrong individual, who was right this time. I'm sorry to say that happens a lot, with people reacting on the wrong person. That's why it's always good to count to 10, like I did with that big young dude, instead of going off too soon, which can be easier said then done, because I don't always count to 10 myself. But there's one thing this story really shows. The DMV still have too many hot heads, and they still have too much self-pride. Take it from me, I lived in both the DMV and the ATL. But I still have to be careful down here in the ATL.
But I still don't think what happened tonight was all about the chicken sandwich per say. It was more about what I just got finished saying it was about. But I see nobody wants to address the real issue, and instead want to keep the buffoonery going, by blaming it on a chicken sandwich...smh.
