Dear Girls,
I know that you are somewhat amused at your so-called job, playing with fat encrusted meats, horribly dry cheese, wilted brown lettuce, out-of-season tomatoes, crappy marinara sauce, multiple types of stupid bread, and funny tasting cookies. I know that you are amused, if not drastically bored on say a Friday night, when the masses decide that eating where you are working may not be all that upscale, so they consider other options at say a sit down restaurant. I know that you are working for measly amounts of pay for the crap you put up with working in the wonderful world of quick and fast sandwiches where I can have it my way and at the same time, eat healthy. I know that on Friday nights, you may have other alternative plans at your girlfriends house, where she and her boyfriend are having sex upstairs while you and your other co-workers are hanging out downstairs drinking Bud Light, toking an MJ, and ranting about how work sucks. I know that you live for that moment when you can finally turn out the lights and lock the door once again at that place that makes every cranny of your bodies smell like a cross between baked bread and a swampy ass! I know that it smells bad.
But, please for the love of God and all that is holy, please do not hang out outside by the drive up window with the side door open with the both of you smoking away as if no one is going to notice you two. Where you work already smells bad enough, but to let cigarette smoke into an already aromatic dumping ground, seems a bit overkill. Yes, while you blondy sit on the ground with your hoody covering your head, and your chunky co-worker has her back to the general public puffing away, people can see you two enjoying your fatties, and they form an opinion. Smoking on the job is alright, but shut the damn door, let the smoke pollute the outside air for once...what a novel concept! Oh yeah, and don't forget to wash those oily nicotine smeared fingers of yours, because frankly, I know where your fingers have been, and the last place I want your fingers to touch, is my sandwich! It's bad enough you work around food all day touching multiple items, possibly cross-contaminating hundreds of edible items that people whorishly consume, and you maybe wash your hands now and then. But, for the love of God and all this is holy, wash your hands, close the door, save the smokes until you can really enjoy them....with an ice cold Schlitz! Hamms works too.
Your ex-customer,
I know that you are somewhat amused at your so-called job, playing with fat encrusted meats, horribly dry cheese, wilted brown lettuce, out-of-season tomatoes, crappy marinara sauce, multiple types of stupid bread, and funny tasting cookies. I know that you are amused, if not drastically bored on say a Friday night, when the masses decide that eating where you are working may not be all that upscale, so they consider other options at say a sit down restaurant. I know that you are working for measly amounts of pay for the crap you put up with working in the wonderful world of quick and fast sandwiches where I can have it my way and at the same time, eat healthy. I know that on Friday nights, you may have other alternative plans at your girlfriends house, where she and her boyfriend are having sex upstairs while you and your other co-workers are hanging out downstairs drinking Bud Light, toking an MJ, and ranting about how work sucks. I know that you live for that moment when you can finally turn out the lights and lock the door once again at that place that makes every cranny of your bodies smell like a cross between baked bread and a swampy ass! I know that it smells bad.
But, please for the love of God and all that is holy, please do not hang out outside by the drive up window with the side door open with the both of you smoking away as if no one is going to notice you two. Where you work already smells bad enough, but to let cigarette smoke into an already aromatic dumping ground, seems a bit overkill. Yes, while you blondy sit on the ground with your hoody covering your head, and your chunky co-worker has her back to the general public puffing away, people can see you two enjoying your fatties, and they form an opinion. Smoking on the job is alright, but shut the damn door, let the smoke pollute the outside air for once...what a novel concept! Oh yeah, and don't forget to wash those oily nicotine smeared fingers of yours, because frankly, I know where your fingers have been, and the last place I want your fingers to touch, is my sandwich! It's bad enough you work around food all day touching multiple items, possibly cross-contaminating hundreds of edible items that people whorishly consume, and you maybe wash your hands now and then. But, for the love of God and all this is holy, wash your hands, close the door, save the smokes until you can really enjoy them....with an ice cold Schlitz! Hamms works too.
Your ex-customer,



