worky worky was sucky

freaking bourbon guy.
old man, that always wants a burboun with his meal.
Bourboun guy: i want a twister meal.
Me: what drink would you like?
Bourbon guy (who also happens to be a douche in a bag) : I want a burboun
Me: (for the 60 millionth time) Sorry we don't sell bourbon.
BG: i want a burboun
Me: We don't have burboun (60 million and onth time- if that even make sense)
BG: give me a pepsi, but don't give me a coke, i don't want that american shit.
Me- in my head: we don't even sell coke and pepsi is still american, dearest douche in a bag.
BG: And don't toast my twister as if its been xrayed for two seconds! last time it was burnt
Me: screams to danielle: DANIELLE! DON'T TOAST HIS TWISTER LIKE ITS BEEN XRAYED FOR TWO SECONDS.
Danielle: what?
I walk to Danielle
Me: Its the bourbon guy
Danielle: oh no, better make this good.


if its been xrayed for two seconds, it wouldn't even be toasted!!


I accidentally cut myself again.
i was stocking the freezer and the coleslaw container cut me, (as per usual)
then i asked Ben for a bandaid, and he totally took his time. yes let me bleed to death