A Green Day In The Life, chapter 5
They walked into the restaurant, and got to sit wherever they chose.
"Gees, I can't believe it. I was supposed to sleep on the couch but now I'll have to sleep on the floor," Mike complained. "Then we'll get the couch after dinner," Tre said.
"You can't be serious," Jenny exclaimed, "we definitely can't find a decent couch unless we look at like a million stores first." "Then where did you buy the one we wrecked?" Billie Joe asked. "From some guy on Cherry Street," Jenny replied. "Well that sure as hell ain't gonna get us nowhere," Tre said.
They all sighed.
The waiter came over. His nametag read "Maurice".
"Well if it ain't Maurice himself! How you doing buddy?" Tre reached out for a handshake, but the waiter backed away and ran.
"Good job scaring him off, Tre," Billie Joe snickered. They all laughed.
Next, the manager came over. "Who the hell are you to do that to my son? Get out of my restaurant!" the manager shouted. All heads turned towards them.
"Hey, it's Maurice the sequel!" Tre shrieked as he pointed to the manager, "can I have your autograph?" Maurice's face was blazing. "Leave, NOW!" he screamed as he pushed them all out the door.
"What are we going to do now?" Jenny said, getting all choked up again. "Don't worry, we'll find someplace where there's no more Maurices, ok?" Tre said. "Okay," Jenny replied.
They walked about a half a mile until they found a McDonald's.
"Is this ok?" Billie Joe asked, grimacing. "Whatever. Any food is all right at this point," Jenny replied.
They went into McDonald's. Jenny ordered a chicken salad, Billie Joe ordered a double cheeseburger, and Tre and Mike ordered Big Macs.
They sat down with their food.
"You think anyone will recognize us at this point?" Mike wondered. "Shut up! Don't be so loud. You never know when someone might get curious," Billie Joe whispered. "Sorry," Mike said.
"That's it, I have the perfect idea!" Tre cried. "What, reveal our identities to the whole restaurant right now?" Mike snickered. "No, even better," Tre said. "Oh boy," Mike muttered. "Make up our own aliases!" Tre exclaimed.
Tre went on, "I'll be Steve, Mike will be Dennis, and Billie Joe will be Rick. Sound good?" There was silence.
"Oh yeah, real great. And how does this benefit us?" Billie Joe queried. "Any asshole that looks at me could tell I'm Billie Joe Armstrong," Billie Joe continued, a little too loudly.
A kid at the table across from them dropped his burger and yelled, "Billie Joe!!!!"
Quickly, Billie Joe made a move. "Uhh...Billie Joe, where?" he exclaimed looking around. "You!" the kid repeated, "you're Billie Joe!"
"No... I'm Willie Joe, not Billie Joe!" Billie Joe shouted. "Nuh huh," the kid said, "you're the Billie Joe Armstrong!" he yelled.
"Where?" a voice from across the room said. "Right here!" the kid repeated.
"Run for it," Tre whispered. In the blink of an eye, they got up and ran out the door leaving everything behind.
"That was too fucking close," Mike said, relieved. "Next stop, furniture store!" Tre shouted.
"Gees, I can't believe it. I was supposed to sleep on the couch but now I'll have to sleep on the floor," Mike complained. "Then we'll get the couch after dinner," Tre said.
"You can't be serious," Jenny exclaimed, "we definitely can't find a decent couch unless we look at like a million stores first." "Then where did you buy the one we wrecked?" Billie Joe asked. "From some guy on Cherry Street," Jenny replied. "Well that sure as hell ain't gonna get us nowhere," Tre said.
They all sighed.
The waiter came over. His nametag read "Maurice".
"Well if it ain't Maurice himself! How you doing buddy?" Tre reached out for a handshake, but the waiter backed away and ran.
"Good job scaring him off, Tre," Billie Joe snickered. They all laughed.
Next, the manager came over. "Who the hell are you to do that to my son? Get out of my restaurant!" the manager shouted. All heads turned towards them.
"Hey, it's Maurice the sequel!" Tre shrieked as he pointed to the manager, "can I have your autograph?" Maurice's face was blazing. "Leave, NOW!" he screamed as he pushed them all out the door.
"What are we going to do now?" Jenny said, getting all choked up again. "Don't worry, we'll find someplace where there's no more Maurices, ok?" Tre said. "Okay," Jenny replied.
They walked about a half a mile until they found a McDonald's.
"Is this ok?" Billie Joe asked, grimacing. "Whatever. Any food is all right at this point," Jenny replied.
They went into McDonald's. Jenny ordered a chicken salad, Billie Joe ordered a double cheeseburger, and Tre and Mike ordered Big Macs.
They sat down with their food.
"You think anyone will recognize us at this point?" Mike wondered. "Shut up! Don't be so loud. You never know when someone might get curious," Billie Joe whispered. "Sorry," Mike said.
"That's it, I have the perfect idea!" Tre cried. "What, reveal our identities to the whole restaurant right now?" Mike snickered. "No, even better," Tre said. "Oh boy," Mike muttered. "Make up our own aliases!" Tre exclaimed.
Tre went on, "I'll be Steve, Mike will be Dennis, and Billie Joe will be Rick. Sound good?" There was silence.
"Oh yeah, real great. And how does this benefit us?" Billie Joe queried. "Any asshole that looks at me could tell I'm Billie Joe Armstrong," Billie Joe continued, a little too loudly.
A kid at the table across from them dropped his burger and yelled, "Billie Joe!!!!"
Quickly, Billie Joe made a move. "Uhh...Billie Joe, where?" he exclaimed looking around. "You!" the kid repeated, "you're Billie Joe!"
"No... I'm Willie Joe, not Billie Joe!" Billie Joe shouted. "Nuh huh," the kid said, "you're the Billie Joe Armstrong!" he yelled.
"Where?" a voice from across the room said. "Right here!" the kid repeated.
"Run for it," Tre whispered. In the blink of an eye, they got up and ran out the door leaving everything behind.
"That was too fucking close," Mike said, relieved. "Next stop, furniture store!" Tre shouted.
