Ordered 24 pieces of chicken strips. The process of making chicken strips is too damn easy to complain about. A worker yells while I'm in the lobby, "hurry up! Some f**ker ordered all these chicken strips."
Sorry if that's too damn hard for you. Considering the fact that you're at least 30, you should acquire some skills other than making chicken at a fast food joint.
Thanks. No thanks.
Oh, but thanks to the cashier who gave me some free drinks. You're cool.