onewhoknocks777

You ever have a customer come in so hungry its scary? They stagger over and you help them up onto the counter, remove their shirt, and put your BK ordained stethescope up to their beer gut... listening... To the standby "scalpel, burger". They hand it over. Quick. Efficient. Like cogs in a machine. But the burger wont go down. It's too dry. It's not enough. Oh damn if only this was in-n-out.

You scream at the staff like "I need 20ccs of fucking ketchup now or were going to lose this customer!" Pumping on their stomach. CPR. Pleading: "Dont you fucking growl on me you son of a bitch. Customer be all like "Im so hungry... so cold"

"Where the fuck is that ketchup!? God damnit!" Standby whimpers "were all out" "How the fuck are we out of ketchup?!"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Flatline. Or are the fries just done? No way to tell... but this guy is dead fasho. You hang your head, a hero defeated by death itself. Another customer lost... they should have gone to Chik-fil-a.

Typical day?

Would you rather fight a duck the size of a horse, or 30 horses the size of ducks?

I am surprised because I feel like a horse sized duck would require a lot of strategy. You'd need to find the weak points and strike without getting in range of that nasty horse sized beak. Whereas, with ducks, you just keep kicking and spinning around in circles.

But aside, I am really sorry that you have to go through this. I was recently diagnosed with a condition and at the worst scale of things I will lose my hearing and sight. I don't think it will come to that, but it helps me comprehend the kind of emotional pain you are in day to day. You are very brave for confronting and discussing the issue, and I hope that in spite of whatever happens you will still find a piece of the happiness that you deserve.

Not a wise choice imo... duck sized horses are pretty puntable