Godfather Deal
“My son looks nothing like me and I have a babyface. So when people see us together, they typically see babysitter rather than a mother. One day, I’d just gotten off work at McDonald’s and my husband was waiting for me with our son, who was four months old at the time. We ordered something to go and my husband went to use the bathroom while my coworkers cooed over my baby at the counter.
I see this older man watching us, but I dismiss it because my son usually gets a lot of attention. Plus, this guy came to the McDonald’s pretty regularly and never raised any red flags. He came up to us and smiled at my son. He then asked if he could hold him, which I politely declined. He pulls a twenty out of his wallet.
“Why don’t you take this, get yourself a sandwich, and leave the baby with me,” he said, while trying to hand me the money. “No, thank you,” I replied. I tried to be polite. He came back with, “Aren’t you hungry? It’s so hard to work two jobs. I’m sure if anything happened, the parents wouldn’t blame you.” When he said that, I was about to go off on him.
Just then, my husband came out of the bathroom and placed himself between the man and me. “Oh, you must be the father.” He offered my husband the money but didn’t talk about taking our son.
We made our way out of the store and the man followed, offering us money the entire way. After a while, my husband abruptly stopped and stared the man down until he went back into the store.
A few weeks later, he came back to the store. He ranted about how he could have given that baby a better life than that young man could. I told him that I was the baby’s mother and that he could get his sausage biscuit somewhere else from now on, because he wasn’t welcome here anymore. I’m glad I never have to see that guy again. What a creep!”