I was at work a few days ago and this woman that I was serving tells me that she's allergic to something in our salt. I told her it was no problem and that I'll give her chips without salt. I awkwardly stand in front of her as I wait for fresh chips to cook...and she does the weirdest thing. She decides to pour her heart out to me. She went on and on about how her numerous allergies stop her from having fun all the time and how her husband doesn't understand how being lactose intolerant prohibits her from having a fun-time (If you know what I mean ;]) She went on and on and on.

I'm sorry, random woman who for some reason decided to have me serve her and not 2 of the other red-shirted losers that stand at the front counter, I have things to do. I need to wipe down the tables in the foyer and check the bins. I need to help at drive-through and bathe in the oil-fryers to make sure I get my daily dose of gross. I get paid 9 dollars an hour to help the govt. lower its over-population fears by handing out bags of fat and heart disease to people who are bold enough to try it. Go see a shrink.

That is all.
xxJ

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