
Ladies and Gentlemen, look no further for the Hellmouth! I have found it wide open at the McDonalds off of I-44 in St. Robert, Missouri.
It's true. We were rambling home from the folks' house yesterday when my youngest declared that she had to pee "REALLY BADLY!" We tend to utilize McDonald's for this task, as their bathrooms are cleaner than your average gas station variety. As I made my way down the frontage road, an Okie in a sedan was impeding my path. He seemed to be trying to go to the McDonald's as well, but couldn't exactly find the correct entrance. He ended up stradling the bike path slowly. I pulled up next to him, looked over, and he waved me around.
I pulled completely around the McDonald's, so as not to have to get out of the car smirking at the Okie. But I did see him inside fixing his coffee with his wife, who had auburn hair and about 4 inches of gray roots. He got his sack of groceries and they were off. I observed this while waiting for my wife and daughter to come out of the bathroom.
Were this the only thing I observed, I could not say it was the Hellmouth. Next, a family of three and a half people (a man and two women, one of which was hugging an infant on her waist) were ordering food AND having a conversation on a push-to-talk phone. I, myself, use one of these where I work. They have replaced the walkie talkie-style radio. However, this person was using it to check in with someone. Stated that he was at the McDonald's in St. Robert getting breakfast. He passed it around to everyone in his party and they all had a conversation and wished the person "Happy Easter" while the counter person talked with them and filled their order.
As my wife and daughter approached, the homeless man whom I noticed as I entered the location tried to get my attention by greeting me with "Excuse me, sir..." I quickly motioned for my son and the rest of my family to walk out the door as he attempted to get my attention a second time. I did not make eye contact.
What could a place such as this offer the average homeless person? It would behoove this individual to start walking south. After a month of walking, one might find himself in the hills of Arkansas, be able to squat in an abandoned trailer, and actually find some work collecting shoe leather or other random materials for cash. At least enough to buy a ham sandwich every now and then.
A moment's confusion sent us the wrong way out of the McDonald's, as it appeared the frontage road once again allowed access to the interstate. However, this appeared to be another Devil's ruse and we turned around in another driveway. As if to attempt a final thwart, an early-90s model LTD loaded with 6 passengers (3 in the front, 3 in the back) stayed in the right line until the very last moment to impede our entrance onto the highway.
We were able to make our way home safely, but I shall mark this spot on my map for future reference.
Labels: Hellmouth, Missouri, St. Robert