1:33 pmain't my fault you have a shitass job.I often wonder if my theory that desperate employers (read: gas stations, tanning salons, hole-in-the-wall "family" restaraunts) have scouts to gather up random people from the street outside Narcotics Anonymous meetings to come and work for them.
Like the guy at the drive-thru joint this morning that shot me the "what do you want NOW" glare when I suggested he toss some napkins in my bag. Seeing as I was being so unreasonable and all, asking him to do his job.
