to the meanie

at the vegas airport burger king, shame on you. you may think you are cool and slick with your east coast accent, your silver chains, your waxed chest (i didn't really see all of it but whatever) and your cubs leather jacket, but you aren't.

as the bumper sticker on my friend's blog states, "mean people suck". and you were mean! not to me, but to the lady taking your order. sure she was from another country, one of my ancestry, in fact. but she spoke well enough. you were the unclear one. so, don't try to pull the 'maybe i need to speak her language' card. as i recall, your order was completely retarded.

'i want no pickles and onions'. what are we all supposed to gather from that? you don't want both pickles and onions. everyone in line stood shaking their heads. you took way too much time and brought the yucky spirit of contention to simply explain that you didn't want pickles. all of us waiting agreed that you were unclear. we just couldn't tell you for fear you'd try to knock one of us out. everything else but hold the pickles. your english sucked my friend. and you didn't get to 'have it your way'.