You know what grinds my fucking gears? Fast food joints mandating a script for their workers to follow when customers place orders that require them to interrupt me in the middle of a fucking order to ask me if I want the combo meal for the first item I asked for. If I wanted the combo meal, I would asked for the blah-blah-blah combo meal, I wouldn't have requested a blah-blah-blah followed by a blah-blah-blah.
You know what else grinds my motha fuck'n gears? Fast food and restaurant combo meals. 99% of the time, a fast food combo "meal" is a small entree item with a drink and french fries. I can't stand "french fries". If I want something really unhealthy, it better be something really enjoyable. French fries, on top of being an affront to name of French food, are blandness wrapped within greasiness. I'll take combo meals seriously when fast food invents a new side item besides fried potatoes.
Fast food scientists are constantly researching new ways to piss me off.
You know what else grinds my motha fuck'n gears? Fast food and restaurant combo meals. 99% of the time, a fast food combo "meal" is a small entree item with a drink and french fries. I can't stand "french fries". If I want something really unhealthy, it better be something really enjoyable. French fries, on top of being an affront to name of French food, are blandness wrapped within greasiness. I'll take combo meals seriously when fast food invents a new side item besides fried potatoes.
Fast food scientists are constantly researching new ways to piss me off.