Dear Fast Food Drive-Thru Window Worker . . .

Posted: October 29, 2013 in Assclowns, Humor, Things I Hate

You don’t know me. We’ve never met. I’m a total and complete stranger. I could be a serial killer for all you know, so please, in the name of all that is good and holy, please stop calling me sweetheart.

Or honey.

Or darlin’.

Ar baby.

Hell, I could’ve sworn come chick at White Castle called me “Sugar Buns” the other night, but I could be wrong. Maybe that was a dessert they were offering.

Anyway, stop it. Cease and desist. If you don’t, you  may end up getting a slider right back in your grillmix.

Whew. I feel better now. Have a great day.

Gimme a holler.

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