Serving you at Jimmy John's Tuesday, the 27-year-old, who routinely used to spit in your hair during 8th grade biology, stated enthusiastically this afternoon that he would be happy to get you some more napkins.
"How's that Slim 2 working out for you?," inquired the part-time server,
who just 13 years ago was busy hurling your school backpack into a dumpster. "That there is some crispy bacon. Enjoy!"
who just 13 years ago was busy hurling your school backpack into a dumpster. "That there is some crispy bacon. Enjoy!"
While you sat there, consuming what was frankly a second rate sandwich, you couldn't help but recall the time this total shithead cornered you by the lockers outside of Room 3B and told you, in no uncertain terms, that he was going to break your face.
"Here's a re-fill on that Dr. Pepper," he continued - seemingly forgetful of the fact that he once slashed your brother's tires during recess and dropped your glasses down a drain in 3rd Grade. "I'll be right back with that to-go-box."
As he proceeded to wipe down the work surface where he had prepared your sandwich, you couldn't help but wonder just how long this douche bag had been making sandwiches for a living and whether he was still the intolerable piece of shit he had been back in 2001.
"Come back again soon," he concluded, as you quietly exited the establishment.
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