Who the eff?
Okay, this has been a jim dandy night. I'm cravin' a shake. Where else to snag a shake, other than the Big B? So it's 9:58pm, I blow through the drive thru. "Holy crap, no wait!" I thought. Cos usually it's busy. Pull up to the menu/speaker. Instead of the usual, "Welcome to Burgerville, can I take your order?" This is the convo that ensued:

Burgerville employee: .... *background clang, noise, clang, giggle* ... Hi.

Me: Hmm. Hey.

Kid: Whatcha need? *insert giggle*

Me: I need a small chocolate shake.

Assclown: Oh.

Me: Heh. That would be it.

AC: Huh.

Me: How much do I owe you?

Retard kid: That'll be two three nine at second winder.

Me: Gotcha.

So I roll up to the second window, and there I see this tubby kid whose about 20 with this skrawny pimply moron standing next to him. Dude had the headgear goin', you know, his little mic and the walkie talkie rig strapped to his hip. He really thought he was hot shit.

Him: $2.39.

Me: Great. *hands change, takes shake* Havin' fun tonight?

Scrawny punk: Oh yeah. It's always fun to work at Burgerville on a Saturday night.

Me: Oh, I bet.

Fatass: Yeah. Cos then we wouldn't get to meet all the cool people.

*blink*

Y'know, the last time I was there, I had a problem, too. Y'think I'd learn, eh? M and I went there and this girl comes out and hands me chocolate milk. It was to be a chocolate shake, and was in the shake container and everything, but.. uh. It was completely melted. I had to take it back twice. She told me it was "okay, because she blended it up really good." Dear god. Someone shoot me. Someone also peed in her mother. Someone peed in all these kids' mothers! Down with Burgerville employees! I hope you get run over my a truck! *cackle*