My encounter with the Burger King Twat.

Must we assume that the new girl is the one who stole the wallet? I know the rest of the people were friends, but I would think that if the new girl had taken it, she wouldn’t have called Agent Foxtrot to tell him that she had it, unless she were incredibly stupid or had an unusually strong conscience for a thief. (Though I suppose she might have returned the wallet in hopes of forestalling Agent Foxtrot from cancelling any cards whose numbers she had written down, in which case I suppose she would be rather cunning, in a weird sort of way.) Did anyone else ride in her car with her? I would suspect someone who was still at the table when Foxtrot made his hasty egress.

BTW – I accidentally threw out a bunch of mail (bills and checks that I was intending to send out) that I had left on a tray at the Barnes and Noble Cafe shortly before closing. I phoned the cafe, the employees were wonderfully helpful and my mail was recovered. To be fair, of course, the volume of trash was undoubtedly nowere near as large as at a Burger King, but I would characterize the Burger King employee’s response as very rude. She may not have been obligated to dig through trash, but she should not have been flippant and dismissive with a customer. Period.

That’s “nowhere.”

Or to dodge suspicion: “Hey I’m the one who called you.”

One meal you do not want to envision supersized :eek:

You want fries widdat twat?

Oh DWC, what a Whopper!