I decided to pop into The King tonight and purchase a delicious double cheeseburger. There was a rather large, and, as it turns out, rather surly man in line ahead of us. We walked in right after he ordered, and the girl behind the counter was giving him his tray of food.

The man wanted a straw, which is a reasonable enough request in and of itself. The girl, also rather reasonably, pointed to the right where all the straws and napkins and ketchup and stuff was, telling him he could get one.

Surly Man apparently didn’t see the straws. He got really angry, yelling back at the girl: “Look, I see toys for kids meals and napkins and a bunch of other stuff but I don’t see straws. I do see them behind the counter, though, why the hell can’t I have one of those?” As she gave him one to shut his annoying ass up, he bellowed his big zinger: “You ever heard of waitress service?”

I just thought to myself, “Dude…you’re in fucking Burger King, and this girl is not a waitress.” However, his largeness combined with his surliness ensured that this point of view remained safely ensconced inside my thought balloon.

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