If I wasn’t here at three am you would not be able to get your thirty-two mcdoubles, ten small fries and one small diet coke. So please stop bitching about ever little thing while your sitting in my drive threw waiting on the fresh food you asked for.

Yes I understand the light is out on the menu board. Yes I understand it’s slow, we only have three people working. Yes I understand your drunk and drinking a beer while sitting here, but no I can’t take it for you. I get that nothing is going your way tonight, but if you would like me to smile and be pleasant while talking to you, I would refrain from spitting in me.