I am hung over and trying to go back to sleep, but I can't because there is a goddamn parade going by my house. My god please go away.

Last night, me and Jen were at McDonalds and a big ol' cockroach scurried by us.
Someone told the staff, and hilarity soon ensued when not one, not two, but three men (two of whom where "Managers") were dispatched to the scene. Their primary tactic seemed to be chasing the cockroach around with a dustpan and a broom. When that didn't work, they stood around scratching their heads for a while and then took apart a seat in one of the booths.
Lots of flustered bowing to the customers.