At Least It's Thursday

I was just at Dunkin Donuts and it took me a half hour to get a god damn sausage, egg and cheese on a croissant. A half hour. That's some bullshit right there.



To make matters worse, the lady in the back making all the sandwiches and toasting the bagels and whatnot likes to call out the orders before she makes them to make sure the person who ordered it is there. Well, here I am waiting and waiting and waiting, and she calls out an order to make two sandwiches for a person that got in line to order literally 10 minutes AFTER I ordered. Already waiting for 20-plus minutes, I was pissed and spoke up about it.

In turn, that pissed this lady off when thankfully, the guy whose order she was about to make said, "He's right. He was back here waiting when I was in line to order." With that, a guy next to her quickly made my order after I let it be known how fucking pissed I was. That Dunkin Donuts sucks so hard it's not even funny. And that pissed me right the hell off.

Now, I'm literally bombarded at work, so there's virtually no time whatsoever to regurgitate my brilliant sports narratives today, at least not any time soon. If a bomb went off in my building and everyone perished except for me, let's just say I wouldn't be too upset about it. That's how shitty today has been.

But hey, the Phillies won. Raul is back. Ryan Madson actually didn't shit his pants as the closer. And the NFL starts tonight.

Oh, and it's Thursday, not Wednesday. That's pretty tits.