Dear disgruntled Burger King employee,
I am sorry that your series of poor life choices led you to a career in whopper flipping, but lets get one thing straight: they were YOUR choices. Not mine. So I’d appreciate my sandwich, spit free please, “my way right away,” and with a god-damned smile on your face. And save the attitude for your baby daddy.
Thanks and have a nice day.
A concerned patron
PS- Try to raise your illegitimate children to make better choices than you did.