A couple of years ago I was going to a The Script concert with my brilliant friend, Emma. Before the concert we sat down in a McDonald’s to get something to eat. We found a seat and decided to order one at a time, that way one of us could keep an eye on our stuff while the other ordered. I went up first and then Emma went to buy her food.
The table we were sitting at was a small, two persons table with a chair on one side and a long bench on the other. I was sitting on one end of the bench and started eating my fries as I waited for Emma to return. As I waited I noticed a guy with a cane talking to a man sitting at a table with his two babies a couple of tables away from us. Let’s just call the blind guy John. John was talking to the father, but I only heard snippets of what he was saying. He was talking about a train he was supposed to take from the Central Station and that the train would be leaving at around eight, but the Central train Station was miles away from where we were and he was talking to the father as if he was trying to order his ticket from him, as if he was in the Central Station right now. I noticed that the father had a troubled look on his face and was constantly shooting looks to the counter as if trying to catch the eye of an employee. By now Emma had returned and I discreetly made her aware of the scene that was playing out behind her. The father was repeatedly asking John to kindly leave him alone, that he could not buy a ticket here and that he was not at the train station, but John wouldn’t hear any of it and just kept talking to him.
John was still speaking jovialy with the father when the father picked up his kids and walked to the counter. He quickly returned with an employee who told John that he was disturbing the customers and had to leave if he wouldn’t stop. The employee was very kind and polite and lead John to the exit. When John exited, the employee went back to his job.
But John was not finished. He entered the McDonald’s again and Emma and I started looking at each other with big eyes as he very slowly edged his way closer and closer to us. And as we feared he started speaking to us, or me rather. He asked me if he could buy a ticket from me, and that he had to get the train at eight o’clock. I told him that he was at McDonald’s and that he could not buy a ticket with me here. He said that he had called ahead and made sure that the ticket would be ready when he came. He started talking about where he was going and why he had bought the train ticket. Emma and I were just looking at each other unsure of what to do. We are both very quiet people and very non-confrontational, so telling someone that they are bothering us and to please leave us alone is very unnatural to us. But luckily the father with his kids saw that John had moved over to us and he fetched the same employee as before. The McD employee approached John again and told him that he had to stop talking to the customers, that we were trying to eat and that he was disturbing us. But now John started getting aggressive and he said that he was speaking on the phone with me and that he knew me and that I worked for the S-train (a train in Denmark). The employee looked at me kindly and asked me if I indeed knew the man and wether I worked with the S-train, and I said I did not. So once again he asked John to please leave us alone, but John was getting agitated and suddenly he started sitting down where I was sitting. I had to quickly scoot out of the way so that he wouldn’t sit down on my lap. Emma and I stood and John started spouting more of his nonsense about his train ticket and the train leaving at eight, so the employee just looked at us resignedly and said that we could just move to another seat and that he would deal with it.
So Emma and I moved our stuff and food and looked on as the employee managed to convince John to leave the restaurant. After John had left, the employee approached us again and offered us free ice cream or coffee, which we politely declined and thanked him for the help. Emma and I had a bit of a laugh about the entire thing even though I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the guy, since he had obviously been very confused.
When we had finished our food and stood to leave, John returned and started harassing some guys who had just sat down, so before we left we notified the employee again and felt bad for him that he had to deal with the guy for the third time. He offered us free coffee again before we left, which we declined again.
After the concert we went back in to the McDonald’s to get something to drink only to find out that the entire credit card system all over Copenhagen had broken down so you couldn’t pay using cards anywhere in the city. I have never heard about something like that happening before, so that was just another strange occurance to add to the day.
But it was a great concert!