missfina

A red faced American tourist with a white polo shirt, cargo shorts and mid calf length sox waits in line at Fat burger in front of me. Now this is a place of personal creation you see, because you can actually create your own damn burger. It's quite brilliant.
So American starts his list of ingredients that he would like to put on the burger and burger boys gets busy building away. But then... burger boy puts the pickles on top of the lettuce which is on the bottom part of the bun, but American gets angry because he wants " the pickles on the top part of the bun you see, on the top". Burger boy looks at American with bemusement and replies, " Technically when you put the two bun halves together the pickles will go onto the bottom half, so you see sir, it does not matter if they are on the top or the bottom because it all goes together". American feels embarrassed by his 2 minute argument, then the foot really comes down in the last pathetic attempt to save his own dignity. In a rage of intense inpulse anger the Americans face really turns red now, not just any red, poppy red "Just put the damn pickles on the top you little peckerhead, it won't be long before we take over and you'll be workin min wage for me".
I'm absolutely apppaled by this and at this point all I want is my goddamn burger so little SG me butts in " Are you quite done here you fucking moron? I think for the serenity of this whole place you should get your pasty ass out of my burger joint".
So the moral of the story is, no matter how small you are you can scare off the asshole of all asshole Americans with a nasty glare and some harsh italian born hand movements.

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