While I generally enjoy a good pice of southern fried chicken from Popeye's, on this particular visit I was a little disturbed. At the drive thru sat a middle aged gentleman who called himself "Diamond." Diamond demanded that I roll down my window so that he could tell me about his venture into the recording arts. He then wanted to put a CD into my stereo to listen to while I ordered my food.
I declined, then he proceeded to MF me about not supporting artists and being a cheap ass because I didn't want to give him $5 for a CD that I have never heard. I don't even particularly enjoy rap music.
According to "Diamond" he has the permission of the manager to sell his wares. If this is in fact true, I will not be going back.
FYI; The chicken was the bomb!