{"id":58779,"date":"2022-12-16T14:45:07","date_gmt":"2022-12-16T14:45:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theseniormag.com\/un-homme-jette-un-sac-dans-la-poubelle-de-mcdonalds-le-directeur-louvre\/"},"modified":"2022-12-22T10:32:38","modified_gmt":"2022-12-22T10:32:38","slug":"manager-opens-mcdonalds-trash-can-after-man-dumps-bag","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theseniormag.com\/manager-opens-mcdonalds-trash-can-after-man-dumps-bag\/","title":{"rendered":"Manager opens McDonald’s trash can after man dumps bag"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

It Seemed Like A Normal Day<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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It appeared to be a typical day. Delonda Walker, the manager at McDonald’s, had gotten up, taken the subway, and arrived at her workplace in Ybor City. It was a good job. She had other dreams and aspirations, and it was sometimes tedious, but it paid the bills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this particular circumstance, she was not expecting to encounter one of Florida’s most notorious criminals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

She Took Her Routine For Granted<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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We can sometimes take routine for granted. We expect our jobs to be the same every day, to see and talk to the same people; once we become accustomed to something, we expect it to last. However, this is not always the case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most people would prefer blissfully ignorant of the most brutal, wild, and eerie aspects of the world, which occasionally disrupt their routines. That is exactly what happened in this story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Just Another Day At McDonald\u2019s?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Commenced alike just any other day. Delonda didn’t dislike her job, but she wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about it either. She majored in French literature from the University of Tampa, and while her ambition was to pursue a career in research, she was content to be able to pay the bills for the time being.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So she went to the McDonald’s where she worked as a manager, put on her uniform, and prepared for another day at work. But not today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

An Unexpected Customer<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Her shift was in the morning. Because her store was in a busy area, the majority of her customers were people who worked nearby and stopped by for breakfast or lunch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’d gotten used to most of the faces she saw on a daily basis in just a few months. Because there were so many regular customers, each day seemed to blend into the next. This one, on the other hand, would be drastically different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

He Had A Creepy Aura<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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She noticed a new customer she had never seen before this time. This would not have to be anything out of the ordinary on its own. But there was more to it than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new client had an eerie, disturbing aura about him. Perhaps he was just one of the street people who used to hang out in that area. But this one was unique. He didn’t just appear strange and out of place; the way he carried himself suggested a threat. Delonda was nervous just seeing him walk through the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

What Was Going On?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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But she ignored it. Why would she be scared in the first place? What could possibly go wrong? It was most likely just some strange street person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hoped it was just a little creepy. But she couldn’t get away from the feeling that something was wrong with this man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

She Did Her Best To Remain Calm<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda felt a shiver run up her spine as the man approached the counter and stared at the menu above her head. As it was the first time it happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she tried her hardest to remain calm and ask the man what he wanted. That eerie feeling continued to make her uneasy as she waited for him to respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Was Almost Over<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Finally, the man placed his order from the menu. Delonda was relieved because it meant her interaction with the creepy customer was coming to an end. All she had to do was hand him his order, take his money, and watch him walk out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The customer received his order and paid in cash. But then he did something unexpected to Delonda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

He Threw A Mysterious Bag<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The creepy man quickly threw a plastic bag in the trash before walking towards the door and exiting the restaurant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda was perplexed. Was this some kind of joke? It was already one of the strangest shifts in a long time. She went to the trashcan and looked inside the bag. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw what she saw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Was A Gun<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Inside the bag was a gun! Delonda’s stomach sank and her heart began to race. Was that man a thief? Was he just a creep or a jerk?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She checked to see if the weapon was loaded, and it was. She was terrified like she had never been before and immediately reported the incident to the police.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Police Steps In<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda was stopping by McDonald’s when a police car arrived, picked up the weapon, asked Delonda a few questions about the man who gave it to her, then drove to the station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda was nervous for the next few days, wondering who that creepy man with the gun was. Not long after, she received a fateful phone call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Was The Police<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The Tampa Police Department was responsible. They had been investigating the man with the gun and thought they had apprehended him. He was being held at the station at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All they needed was Delonda to come to the station and confirm that he was the same man she saw at McDonald’s. She went over, and it was, indeed, him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

A Tense Moment?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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After seeing his face again, Delonda was startled. A one-way mirror revealed his creepy aura, which she recognized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was no hesitation in Delonda’s eyes as she pointed him out. Despite the fact that she could not see him, Delonda knew he watched her. His rage was visible in his eyes, and he was staring at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Long Wait<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda had to endure an agonising wait after the line. Delonda was left in the station’s waiting area with no idea who the man was or what she had gotten herself involved in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda became more nervous by the minute as time passed. After what seemed like an eternity, Detective Sergeant Jeremy Williams arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The News Was Chilling<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Officer Williams approached Delonda with a solemn expression on his face. He led her into his office and motioned for her to take a seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His expression had turned stone in front of her and was now unreadable. “Delonda, the man you identified is a dangerous criminal,” he said with chilling authority.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Got Worse<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda was still struggling to recover from the headlines when she noticed Sergeant Williams staring at her again. Cold dread forwarded through her once more at that moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if this revelation wasn’t frightening enough, she could tell he wasn’t finished. What he said next terrified her to the core.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Was Terrifying<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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As soon as Delonda saw the dangerous criminal entering her store with a loaded weapon, she became startled. Imagining all the worse-case scenarios, her mind kept reliving all the potential disasters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There appeared to be something even worse about this man now. Delonda listened to the news with bated breath, unable to grasp what she was hearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Truth<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Detective Williams explained calmly that this man was not only a dangerous criminal. He was the prime suspect in a serial killer investigation. Delonda’s ears rang with the words “serial killer.” Her body began to shake with fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had so many questions. Would he realise it was her who pointed him out? Did he remember how she looked? Will he be let go? Could he return to the store?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Evidence<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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After witnessing Delonda’s fear at hearing the news, Detective Williams did his best to reassure her that she would be fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He explained that this man was the most likely perpetrator who had been terrorising the Tampa area for some time. The police had been gathering evidence against him, but for the time being, it was all circumstantial.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Who Was He?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The suspect, according to Detective Williams, was Howell Emanuel Donaldson III. He was a graduate of university of ST.John\u2019s. He was a walk-on player for the men’s basketball team.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The darker side of Howell becomes apparent after living in Tampa for more than a year. The evidence against him had been mounting, however it still wasn’t enough for the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Cameras<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The footage of the store’s security cameras has been retrieved and reviewed, according to Detective Williams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unfortunately, no footage was captured of Howell tossing the bag because of a blindspot at a critical point. As a result, there was only one way to construct a case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Request<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The ordeal had already left Delonda shaken. Detective Williams did everything he could to keep her calm. Her stress levels skyrocketed as a result.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Detective Williams was visibly nervous now, knowing he had a critical request to make of her. It was a shock to Delonda when he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

She Didn\u2019t Want To Do It<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda explained that because she was the only material witness who could link the suspect to the gun, she had become the police’s most valuable asset in the case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knew what was coming before he could even ask, but she also knew she didn’t want anything to do with it. Delonda was going to have to testify in court against the suspect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

She Had No Choice<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Detective Williams did everything he could to put her at ease. He explained that without her testimony, the suspect would have to be released, which meant he’d be back out there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda eventually gave in, realising she had no choice. There was only one more critical question she needed to ask. She was too afraid to help without it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Her Safety<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Delonda clearly felt that taking part in this case would jeopardise her safety. Detective Williams assured her that he would go to any length to keep her safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That part didn’t bother her. She was well-educated enough to understand how the legal system functioned. The crucial question for her was whether he would be out on bail during the trial.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

She Had To Do It<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Detective Williams explained that if she gave a statement outlining what she saw in the store, that, along with her willingness to testify, would be sufficient to oppose his bail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda felt a little better, but she was still very nervous about everything. Thinking about the victims, she realised she owed it to them to do this. She eventually agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Case<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Detective Williams’ statement was sufficient to have the suspect’s bail denied, as she had promised. Now comes the long wait for the trial.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda was terrified and paranoid the entire time, but she was determined to help close this case. This man was a monster who deserved to be brought to justice. The trial began not long after.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The Trial<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Prosecutors instructed Delonda not to speak to any other observers in the case or discuss the case with anyone outside of the courtroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sat through the first round of proceedings. She never looked at Howell Emanuel Donaldson when he first appeared in court. The trial began, and she heard testimony about how he had a promising future but had lost his way. It was finally her turn to give testimony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It Was Time<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Despite her fears, Delonda confronted him and detailed how she had witnessed him dumping the bag in the trash. The evidence was sufficient to connect him to the gun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gun had already been linked to other murders, and it was enough to convict Howell Emanuel Donaldson III. Delonda was finally free of the ordeal after he was sentenced to life in prison.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Back To Work<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The incident had an impact on Delonda and she often reflected on it after returning to work. Following the publication of her story, many people praised her bravery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delonda’s ambitions were discovered by one woman, who presented her with a $9,000.00 check to help her finish her studies. In the end, her bravery changed her life, and she was hailed as a hero.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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