Neither.
I like my fries plain, extra salty.
The lady behind the counter looks at me like I've just politely refused some pussy.
("No thank you, ma'am! I'll give it a pass! I think I've had enough pussy for today...Hot damn, maybe I'll have some tomorrow!")
It must take a lot of resistance against their training for them to overcome that initial burst of confusion, whenever a customer declines their choice of sauce.
Well, I don't like it, anyway.
Kills the taste.
I sometimes find myself wondering what it would be like if I ever ask for mayo instead.
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