People, they love me.

People in general, just love to piss me off. It's been awhile since someone has really touched a nerve, but they succeeded today. My brother and I went to Jack in the Box for some late night food after I got off work. We ordered our food, and pulled up. Well, the fuckers behind us didn't think we had pulled up far enough for them, so they start to bitch and yell. If we had pulled up any further we would have rear ended the car in front of us. So sorry you can't order your food right this second. They continue to bitch, to the point where I can't take it anymore. So I turn around, yell a nice "We're up as far as we're gonna go, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Seriously, did they really think we were going to tap the car in front of us and move the line ourselves? Give me a break. Patience is a virtue you fucker. As we pulled away, I screamed a "Go to hell!" as my brother and I both gave the whole car load the finger. Good times.

Why do people feel the need to be belligerent all the damn time? Whatever happened to a nice "Hello" or a "Having a good day?" Instead I get a screaming bitch behind me, yelling for me to move a big ass car in front of me. Not going to happen. I don't care how much you yell and scream. Grow up and stop making an ass out of yourself. You'll get whatever you ordered soon enough. And you know what? I hope they spilled their fries on them just like they did on me. Karma people! Karma!

Anyway...

As much as I stress making sure that meat is fully cooked before eating it. This woman has to go and drag a ripped bag of raw chicken all over my register tonight. Nasty juice everywhere. To the point where I gagged and made a funny eww noise. She didn't think I was very funny, and gave me the look from hell. Oh well, it was gross. And just thinking about it makes me feel all icky.

All together, not so good of a day. But I survived. Barely. But that doesn't matter. I've made it to the point where I can fall into my empty bed, and sleep to some ungodly hour. Until we meet again...

*Being the good bleeding heart liberal that I am, I have that bush sticker plastered on my automobile. Texas loves me.*