I took a second job a while ago making sandwiches. They are made to order and quite expensive. It's a job for now, and my coworkers are pretty cool. What's not cool is how cruel you people ordering your sandwiches can get. You take a simple sandwich form and write soooo much extra bullshit information. It's like the instructions on how to care for a child! Then you ask me how much longer it will be?! I'm still reading page 17, for fuck's sake! For these very special assholes, the ones who underline and describe how they hate things like Dijon or whatever: guess what? We stab the squirt bottle into the bun to drop just a dollop of whatever it is you hate, just for you. Go on and eat the recycled hate that you first fed to us. We know you love it. You come back every day.—Anonymous
Revenge of the Condiments
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