Imagine this, but with cocaine instead of mustard, and cocaine instead of ketchup.
A Sonic employee in New Mexico was arrested after cocaine was found on top of a customer’s hot dog.
According to police, Celine Gonzales found a bag of cocaine on a hot dog she had purchased at a Sonic restaurant in Española, New Mexico. Police verified that the substance in the bag was cocaine, which they said was found after the woman began to eat.
While investigating the cocaine, police arrested 54-year-old employee David Salazar on a felony cocaine possession charge. Footage viewed by police showed Salazar “frantically searching for something he lost” after making Gonzales’ order, police said.
Police said Salazar told them he had bought the cocaine in the restaurant’s parking lot.
“That’s kind of crazy,” a customer told local outlet KOB 4 after learning about the incident. “I just got an ice cream. I hope we’re good.”
“I think that’s pretty scary. We come here to get food for our families, and if a child found that it could have been pretty bad or deadly,” another customer said.
Sonic is not the only fast food restaurant to be making the wrong kind of headlines recently, joining Arby’s after a dead body was found in a walk-in freezer in Louisiana.
The body belonged to 63-year-old Nguyet Le, a manager of an Arby’s restaurant in New Iberia, Louisiana, and the death is believed to have been an accident, according to police.
Sonic Employee Arrested After Cocaine Ends Up On Customer’s Hot Dog: Police
A Sonic employee in New Mexico was arrested after cocaine was found on top of a customer’s hot dog.According to police, Celine Gonzales found a bag of cocaine on a hot dog she had purchased at a Sonic restaurant in Española, New Mexico. Police verified that the substance in the bag was cocaine...
All right, bro. Serving "cocaine" on a "hot dog" was not the part he did wrong. What was the most wrong on Salazar's part was catering to the wrong clientele. You can't expect any given person bringing their car through the drive-thru and hoping to order mediocre food, that is sloppily cooked and served in a matter of 4 or 5 minutes so as to instantaneously stuff the mouths of their consumers without giving them enough dietary satisfaction to consider it a filling meal, to also be interested in cocaine. If someone really wants to explore the "cocaine on a hot dog" avenue, fast food joints are not the best place for that. Maybe a "very progressive" and "open-minded" strip club in, say, San Francisco would have customers who would be down for that sort of thing in the bathroom; if you know what I mean. The sort of fun thing you and your nose can do with the male strippers and the female-identified strippers who haven't had that surgery yet. But some rando in a drive-thru? Who may have their kids sitting in the back seat?
Also, remember: this Salazar fella gave an unsuspecting patron of his restaurant Free Cocaine. Nobody gets Free Cocaine without some strings attached.
International drug cartels have a reputation of killing people if even a tiny amount of their powder portfolio is unaccounted for. So, someone giving out cocaine for free wants something in return. Because it seems to be an accidental situation, he wanted That Exact Cocaine in return. But anyone who would give out nose candy for free on purpose is not doing it because (s)he is a "concerned and involved person who wants to care more about others than about him/herself". One person could give coke to another as, perhaps, a hedonistic, head-spinning aphrodisiac. Maybe one does it to make the other person prove "how tough they are" in a gang sense. Maybe another gives it out so as to make their recipient high, and therefore have them experience a reduction of their own judgement, and therefore be able to control them better. Therefore, beware of anyone who gives out cocaine for free, because doing that would go against the very economic nature of the person who originally possesses the cocaine; and also, there was likely no good or ethical reason for them to give out the cocaine anyways.
To end this post, I have a song about cocaine. No, not a soporific, milquetoast song by an excessively boring and unmemorable musician whom every washed-up dad rocker who owns a guitar and poses with it in photographs swears is a Guitar Legend. I'll instead go a different route and do a song that isn't sung over with a half-slurred, "She don' lah- she doan like, zzhe don lie... cocaine." Bah-nah-nah-nah. Bah-naaaaaaaaah.
