I am so completely angry right now. Last night and the eternal crapper of doom, I was running the shift and some complete moron, that looked like a pouty George Castanza, came in and I took his order. I took his order and at the very last part of the order taking process he asked if I could throw some ranch dressing in there for his chicken. I said that you have to pay for it, and like the little overweight idiot that he is, he made a big deal about it and he pissed me off so much I almost put my fist through his skull.

so after about 20 minutes of arguing with this pansy, he stopped and said I want to talk to your store owner, and I am like sorry fat-tacular but the owner will eat your soul if you want to speak with him about such a lowly subject. But I told him he could bother the store manager:-). So after that I gave him his money back and he then started to cry and tell me that he was going through some rough pms and that he had man boobies, I then vomited all over him and told him that if he ever speaks to me like that again I will have to put his bald little head in a fry vat until it explodes.

well that was that for that guy. Oh yeah jimbo you and I are going to have a showdown and really see who is more insane.

Paul left you a comment about the whole orange thing.