During my college years,
I found myself working at a local McDonald's as a second source of income to fund my expensive med school tuition. Juggling early morning shifts and late-night classes became a daunting routine.
Despite my dedication, my manager showed little sympathy for my situation,
assigning me a week of early opening shifts,
knowing my need for sleep before my demanding schedule.
One fateful morning, as my coworker and I prepared the restaurant for the day,
a man appeared outside the glass doors, peering in.
He began banging on the doors urgently, as if desperate to gain entry.
I gestured to him, indicating that we were closed,
but he persisted, claiming he was hungry and just wanted a quick bite.
Politely, I explained that we would open in an hour and offered to serve him then.
Disappointed, he walked away into the night, or so we thought.
Continuing with our tasks, I began wiping down tables while my coworker focused on refilling sauces.
Suddenly, I noticed the man returning, wielding a golf club.
Panic surged through me as I quickly signaled to my coworker that we needed to escape through the back and call the police.
Following my lead, she made the call while we hurriedly left the premises and sought refuge in my car.
Thankfully, the police arrived promptly and apprehended the intruder as he rummaged through the register.
However, our relief was short-lived as we overheard a commotion and the sound of tasers being discharged.
It turned out the man put up a fierce struggle.
Once the situation was under control, the police assured us it was safe to return to work.
As we entered the restaurant, we witnessed the aftermath of the chaos.
The interior of the McDonald's was in disarray—money scattered on the floor,
cups misplaced, and food items spilled everywhere.
It fell upon us to restore order, cleaning up the mess and ensuring everything was ready for opening,
all while the police stood guard, ensuring our safety.
The day unfolded without further disruptions, and we managed to serve customers smoothly.
However, the following week, news broke of an employee at a nearby McDonald's who had been injured during a robbery.
The incident shook me to the core, and I made the decision to quit,
unwilling to put myself in harm's way.
Despite our area being considered one of the safest in Vancouver, such events were rare and unsettling.
Eventually, I pursued freelance work and, later on,
graduated to become a full-time nurse.
The experience at that McDonald's left an indelible mark on me,
and it solidified my resolve to never return to the fast-food industry.
And so, that is my story—
a chilling reminder of the dangers lurking behind the seemingly ordinary façade
of a fast-food establishment.
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