REALLY MY PEOPLE? YOU CAN SPEND $50 ON CHICKEN BUT YOU CAN'T SPARE A SISTER MORE THAN $4 FOR A TIP? YOU HAD ME RUNNIN BACK AND FORTH TO THE KITCHEN TO GET YOU TENS OF LITTLE RAMEKINS OF RANCH TO CLOG YOUR ARTERIES (IF I WANTED TO GO RUNNING I WOULD GET A MEMBERSHIP AT GOLDS GYM), HULA HOOPING WITH YOUR DEVIL SPAWN CHILD WHO TORE UP PAPER TOWELS ALL OVER THE DANG PLACE AND HAD IT LOOKING LIKE CHRISTMAS, AND FORCING ME TO LISTEN TO YOUR DUMB FRIED PICKLE JOKE?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD "TAKE CARE OF ME!" BOO BOO PLEASE! ONLY ONE PERSON CAN TAKE CARE OF ME AND HIS NAME STARTS WITH A JE AND ENDS IN SUS. JESUS TAKE THE DOGONNE WHEEL! TAKE IT! IF YOU CAN'T GIVE ME MORE THAN HOW MUCH A GALLON OF GAS COSTS IN DC (about $4.01) GO TO BURGER KING WHERE YOU CAN HAVE IT YOUR WAY. THE CHEAP WAY.
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PS for all the naysayers, I'm very good at my job. And don't you worry, I've only ever mushed one customer in the face. If you do not understand this sentiment, you've never worked in customer service in the United States of America.
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