Calm it down there, buddy

Typically, when you go into a restaurant where they make something for you – assembly line style – like Subway or Qdoba, you get to order what you want on whatever food item it is, in the order you would like it. Personally, at Subway I like my mayo and mustard to be right on my tuna and then all the rest of the toppings. I just went into Pancheros and got a burrito in a bowl. The guy was going along and asked if I wanted the lettuce, cheese and salsa. I said yes, in that order. And he didn’t put the lettuce on. I thought maybe he didn’t hear me but his reply was, “Yeah but I like to put it on the top.” Yeah, well, I didn’t ask for it on top. (*snicker*: on top). I didn’t like the way this guy imposed his preference on my lunch. And THEN, someone else came up and asked for a side of salsa and instead of asking which one (mild, medium, HOT, or corn) the guy just starts dishing up hot and tells the customer, “This one’s my favorite, here ya go.”

This worker is a textbook case of what is wrong with this country: too many people forcing their ideas and preferences on everyone else. If I want my lettuce right up next to my chicken and underneath my corn salsa and sour cream, they dammit, let me do it!

Day 86 – x365

Yalkin – friend in 12th grade

From Turkey, you were so smart but using drugs. You showed me the bruises, your dad burst in, thought we were doing it. It wasn’t right what he did.