Hey Fat Moe's, thanks for shoving a food menu in my motel door at 7am and waking me up. You could have put your lame-ass menu on the door knob, it actually has a cut-out to go on the door handle. But instead, your retard employee took several minutes shoving it loudly into the door frame, so that it actually came into my motel room, waking me up.
It was bad enough that I barely got any sleep, thanks for ruining my first day in Vegas. I'll be sure to never buy anything from you Fat Moe.