i haven’t hated someone this much in so long. i hate people who can’t follow through on their words. don’t you know? actions speak louder than words, and you proved it otherwise. you suck as a human being because you seek to take advantage of others. with all the crap you did, to think you’d learn something from it all would be too much of an expectation.
yesterday, among other orders, a customer of four (ages around their twenties) ordered some corn. our corn comes on a stick in pairs. after eating the first corn, one of the customers called me over and asked me what is the sauce on the corn. while i can clearly see that it is coated in some barbecue-like sauce, i didn’t want to give false information, and told them i can go ask the kitchen/ my manager. it turns out it’s some “special sauce.” the conversation went as said:
ME: unfortunately all i can tell you is that this is a special sauce
GUY (TURNS TO HIS FRIENDS): aw man
GUY (TURNS TO ME): the thing is.. i might be allergic
ME (EYES WIDE): oh crap, are you really?
GUY: naw, i’m just kidding
ME: holy crap you scared me!
EVERYONE ELSE: *laughs*
my professor spends more time talking about teaching rather than teaching itself.
SUKI H: which parking lot are you parking at?
ME: i don’t know, i only know one
ME: bobo how old are you?
TRAINER: how old do i look?
TRAINER: *smiles disappears and pretends to kick me*
ME: but you act like you’re 5
while driving to work, i heard a flapping sound that matched the speed i was going in my car. it scared me, because i thought something was wrong. my car felt normal, and everything is fine, but there was that annoying flapping sound that left a worried feeling i could not shake off. so i pulled over at the side of the street and went to observe ethan. his wheels were fine (waiting to be changed) and body and butt looks nothing out of the ordinary. so i got in my car and continued to drive to work. still, the sound persists, and i got paranoid to the extent of turning off the radio.
upon arriving i checked the wheels again, determined to find the source of the noise. i would go insane if i could not. i finally found an advertising sticker stuck to the right front of his wheel. it was what made the ridiculously annoying flapping sound as i sped up or slow down. i ripped it off, cursing under my breath.
i fucking hate those ads and flyers they put on your windows and windshield. i get so mad. they are so fucking annoying.
*spends the remaining day mourning over my summer*
i don’t understand why someone would have a whole conversation through twitter. two people that know each other too well and way too high key about their relationship. why would you broadcast it loud and proud to the extent of everyone else grabbing for the nearest puke bag. i don’t understand why i have to scroll through and read over 30 tweets of pointless conversation. let alone the flirts here and there. it should be between two people, not the two people and the world. i don’t undestand why you can’t text each other as oppose to spamming everyone else. i just don’t understand this concept.