Royal Farms – Perry Hall

Stopped in for a large fry. Turn to be a 20min waste of time.
Spent 10min in line because some drunk guy would not leave and the employee was just letting him stand there and not saying like excuse sir or something.
Then I get my large fry which was the wrong order. Because it was a small fry.
So the guy working behind the deli counter. His name badge said «Store MGR». He remade the order and gave me the large fry. But wanted to charge me 50 cents for buffalo sauce for the fries.
I just said never mind on the Buffalo sauce and left.
Also just for reference. The fries were soggy. NICE…

Burnt coffee and greesy, bloody chicken… it was slow so no rush to get food poisoning… enough said.

Convenience stores make this guy’s world go round. So it would have been irresponsible of me to NOT make a visit to the first Royal Farms built in the 36. I was working extremely late one night this past weekend and decided to take a ride up route 1 to see this new addition.
This will be shocking to those of you that know me … I became confused before I even pulled into the lot. I was making a left turn off of north bound Bel Air Road. All I saw were do not enter signs. Of course I entered anyway, but felt a small pinch of guilt for not following the rules. I needed gas. Pulled the Beamer up to a pump. Exited my car and headed in.
As I entered the store I was overwhelmed by how bright it was. I expected to be greeted by an old dude guarding pearly gates. Instead the old dude I did see was running side to side making subs. He moved like Jimmy Connors. Quite Impressive.
The store itself was large. It even had a nice seating area to eat and play Keno. Mental note. place to eat and play Keno in 45 years. Public bathrooms, munchies, drinks, mags (the reading kind, sorry Fallston residents), cigarettes, a food counter, a small assortment of groceries, automotive supplies, cleaning supplies, health and beauty products, and condoms.
I was hungry. I walked over to the touchscreen device and placed an order that totaled 12 duckets. A little pricey but it was a fat kid meal. I requisitioned a tasty fountain beverage and headed to the checkout.
What I failed to mention was that while ordered I noticed another employee behind the food counter. A female that was at best 4’8″. I was fairly confident that either her or the mature gentleman sub maker would come take my money so that I could pick up my 2000 calories and start getting my obese on.
NOPE. not in this barn house.
I stood at the checkout counter. For 10 minutes I watched Jimmy move side to side while Chris Everett straddled the baseline head down. It would have been a longer wait but another customer walked up behind me and started talking about how the country was falling apart. After I heard him say Hitler and guns, I decided to use my freedom of speech. «LITTLE HELP at the CHING CHING» I yelled with obvious desperation. Without missing a beat, side to side became up and down as Connors rang me up and took my chedda.
I swiftly picked up my order. Darted out the door and avoided being hog tied by the militia Nazi man (probably from Fallston).