This goes out to anyone who's ever worked fast food, or customer service of any kind, for that matter. Enjoy! (Forgive the snippets of the actual song in the background. It was really hard to find the song without any singing at all) "Yeah. I need a Coke. Hey, I want fifteen double cheesburgers, three of 'em with ketchup only, two with pickle and mustard, one with a diced onion, four with no bun, one with a half slice of tomato and three squirts of tartar sauce, one with a little smiley face drawn in the exact center, and three of 'em put into a Blizzard! Got all that? Fry some burgers, get them in the hold, Let them sit there, then they get old. And I'm the new guy, so I get the blame! All these people -- they want food from me. I can't keep up, it's getting cra-azy! If I lick the grill can I go home early? Cuz I don't want to make more food for you, I despise the general public, yes I do. We get more and more jerks every day. And I'd really really love to, but I'm never gonna get to leave The crew. I'll always work at DQ. Not to complain, but this place is hellish. Pass me the relish to put in this guy's Dew. "What? What do you mean 'Would you please repeat that, sir?' Do ya need hearing aids or something? I swear, if I have to deal with any more mentally handicapped customers, I'm gonna jump through this window and kill ya!" I went to clock out, they came up to me. They said, "Hey man, we know you're off at three, But Frank called in -- he's visiting his cuz. I'm not ...
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