I just had one of the worst fast-food experiences I've ever had, and I've had a few in my almost 79 years.

I woke up this morning hungry, but I was out of food. So I waited a while, thought I could make it to 1100 when McDonald's serves lunch, but I couldn't, so I walked to the Popeyes at 814 E Cervantes St, in Pensacola.

I got there at 1030, on a Saturday, and the place was empty. Obviously the locals knew something I didn't.

A fat angry looking unattractive woman was at the counter. One guy with long dreads was in the cooking area, and what I assume was the manager came walking from the back, to sit at a table with his screaming four year old kid.

I asked the woman if they still had their fish sandwich and she said Yea, but it will take eight minutes to cook. What the hell, I'd waited all morning anyway, so I ordered one, some fries and a cup of water.

She handed me a cup, which I took over to the beverage machine, but the water switch was broken, so I had lemonade, which tasted awful.

As I sat there at a table, watching the traffic go by, I realized I should have just waited and hit the McDonald's across the street.

The little kid was screaming at everything, very loudly, nonstop, while his dad stared at his phone.

After about 8 minutes I walked back to the counter, as the woman was bringing my sandwich from the back. She put it in a bag, then threw a bunch of fries out of a metal rack, that looked and tasted like they had been there for days, on top of the sandwich, and handed me the bag. This meal cost $10 and change, btw.

But wait, here comes the kicker! As I sat back down at my table, I split the bag open to reach the food and spread it out in front of me. As I took my first bite of the sandwich, the guy yelled to me over his screaming kid, and said You can't eat in here! I yelled back Excuse me?, and he said the lobby was closed! There was nobody in there, and this asshole is kicking me to the curb.

I was pissed and gathered up my spread out food, and the cup of crappy lemonade, and walked out and sat on their curb, facing the street. Of course the food was bad, but I forced it down.

When I was done, I threw the drink out, shoved the trash into the cup, and set it next to their entrance door as I walked by.

It's still sitting in my stomach like a rock, as I write this. Fuck Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen!

My next project this morning is to copy and paste this Post into whatever restaurant review sites I can find. Dropping the Fuck comment of course...