Back in the mid-80's, with little ones at home
but a need to earn money to support them, I
worked as a manager at McDonalds...
usually as the closing manager.
One late night in the drive-thru, a man
with a heavy German accent started to place
an order on the speaker, which was out
of our sight.
Suddenly an Irishman interrupted and
started to change the order, then an
Englishman butted in. Finally a Texan
overrode him and twanged that he needed
"...some cow right away..."
The high-schooler working the register
stopped giggling just long enough
to silently mouth to me:
"How many men are in that car?"
The answer was just one!
Robin Williams, with his little boy,
on an apparent late night escape!
Our town was Sonoma California and it was
gossiped that Robin Williams lived up
in the hills above us somewhere.
I imagine he's up in different hills now,
but no doubt just as zany and charming.