You know how when you go to Popeyes and the chick in the window hands you your chicken, biscuits, potatoes, and rice seperately .. one container at a time, and you think to yourself, wow .. one of those bags by your right hip would be swell chica.  But she doesn’t offer you the bag .. she knows you want one .. but clearly she has to make these from scratch on her smoke break and doesn’t deem you bag worthy.  I mean who are you that you can’t juggle fifteen containers from here on out and pray that you don’t drop them and ruin your lunch .. and probably the rest of your day because you let shit like that piss you off that much.  And you just look at her and smile .. not saying a word because you know if your mouth opens .. even a little .. there’s no way you’ll be able to hold back all the sarcastic profanity floating around in your goddamn head.

That.