Thank You, Fulton County

Saturday I drove into Buckhead to buy some frames. On my way I hit some backed up traffic. When I got to the scene, police officers were searching a guy’s car. I spotted one officer pull what I can only guess was a nickel-plated revolver out of the trunk. Or maybe it was the back seat. Fulton County.

Then after the frame trip, I drove past my apartment to get some Wendy’s drive-thru. I ordered at the walkie-talkie thing then pulled up behind this. There’s not a lot to say. The guy looked as troubled/befuddled the whole time as he did when I took the picture. Note that his road machine has Fulton County tags. After he finally pulled off with his spoils the lady at the window told me that he had ordered his food there, too — eschewing the convenience of ordering while looking at the giant menu. He also inspected his sandwich and sent it back because he wanted more onions.

To be clear on this, I live in DeKalb County, the county so nice they capitalized it twice. In a span of about one hour I encountered one case of first hand and one case of second hand evidence of crazy people in Fulton County.

Thank You, Fulton County