bah i hate lame cell phone drivers. they order then recheck it with thier "caller" then get told to order half a dozen things. then the order taker get confused cuz they dont know they are on a phone. Then the fun begins. Ive sat(why i dont know) for almost 20 min waiting to place an order once cuz of this. It ended nasty. I called thier phone. they were in a work truck and had the cell phone listed on the truck heh.
"hello?"
"yeah what can i do for you?"
"quit fuckin around and get your order done so i can get my food, dude!"
"what?"
"you heard me you sewer sucking scum. just order a happy meal and drive away."
*click* (me)
dude turns around to find me flying the bird at him in all its glory
(they were a septic repair company btw)
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