What the fuck is with the asking questions to the food service people? A cock-sickle in front of me today asked the server is it's true that their food really has no trans-fat. I'm sure somewhere a kitten got run through a lawn mower because the very premise of his question could do no less then destroy something good and pure.
I'm trying very hard to figure out the thought process
occurring in this persons mind in the seconds before they open their
mouth. Having a fully functioning brain, I can probably only estimate
what the deductive process is like that leads to the conclusion that the
food service people could even answer that question. I put on my Downs
Syndrome cap in an effort to recreate for my reading audience what I
estimate this process to look like.
mmmmm, tasty food
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I bet it wouldn't hurt if I put my hand in a running microwave. I open
the door and it doesn't seem hot in there.
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I can barely dress myself properly in the morning, but I'm very
concerned about my health and what trans-fat could do to it.
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These people cook the food, I'm sure they probably also chemically
create it there in the back in a science lab that I can't see.
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They wouldn't let anyone work in the food industry without having a
degree in nutrition science, would they? No. I don't think they would.
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Oooo, shiny thing.
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I'll just ask the server about the trans-fat content of EVERY one of
their products. Having that degree in food science it should be an easy
question for them to answer.
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My butt itches. I'll dig on into it in plain sight of everyone else.
Then....presto. As if by some form of Cro-Magnon magic, this short-bus
of a question spews forth from their retarded piehole.
The fact that you made it into college and can still ask
that question, makes me truly sad at our 'higher education' system.
While I was swallowing my rage down into a little hateful ball that will
someday explode I also overheard the other thing that honestly makes me
want to become a hermit.
Joke: 'Insert joke here'
Response: "That's funny"
That's funny? No laugh? Just a 'that's funny'? Sweet Jews for Jesus. I'd
rather use my own balls as a chair and sit on them then attempt to be
with someone who has the brass to say 'that's funny'.
No! It's not funny! Clearly! You didn't laugh! See, if it was funny you
would have laughed! But you didn't! You said 'that's funny' instead! So
it's not funny! You human ball of fuck!