Pooh B.
Yelp
This McDonald's will forever hold a special place in my heart.
After dinner on U St and a non-trivial amount of alcohol in DuPont, we head towards Metro Center to depart for the night. But before we can get to Metro Center, someone decides they must pee and so we make our way into this McDonalds.
Apparently many people do the same thing we were doing as this McDonalds has signs posted "Bathrooms for paying customers only." Whatever. I've paid my dues to McD's corporate over the years. Nonetheless, I pretend to study the menu as if I'm about to order something.
So I'm standing there, trying to keep my distance from the fellow pacing around and spraying his shoes with some indeterminate liquid while yelling for the elephants to leave him alone. Luckily some jackass is arguing with an employee about how he deserves fries with his dollar-menu cheeseburger (as if 99 cents for a burger isn't already disgustingly cheap), so I am never called upon to actually buy food.
Then a Mexican gentleman comes up to me and says "You need to use the bathroom." I was slightly confused since this was expressed to me in the form of a statement rather than a question. Regardless, I replied "No, I don't need to use the restroom."
He answered "No, you don't understand. Go in the bathroom." I look at him inquisitively.
"Just do it. Go open the door and check it out." Uhhhh..... "Come on man, take a look and let me know what you think."
Why I listened to this guy, I'll never know, but I figured what the eff and opened the bathroom door.....
..... to the sight of a fat black man, naked as the day he was born, passed out on the floor. I mean, he had not one single article of clothing on his body. Actually, he had on some adidas socks. God forbid he get his feet dirty.
The image is so vividly ingrained in my mind, I have to wonder how long I stood there soaking in the details of this immaculate scene. But it couldn't have been more than a fraction of a second from my opening the door to jumping back in disgust.
As I peer back at the Mexican guy with a head shake and a sly grin on my face, I note that he and his buddy are having a nice chuckle at my reaction.
I, too, look back upon this experience and have a good laugh. I give this McDonald's 4 stars (and check the "Good for kids? - NO!" box) for providing me one of my more interesting experiences in DC and the graphic memories to accompany it.