that cute chick behind the counter that cant shut up:
"ah, uh, i think ill take the hawaiian barbeque pork... aaaan-*"
"you sure you want that?"
"you sure you want that? caaause, honestly, it tastes like chicken. your not gonna like it"
"wait. then. aaaah, what.. should... i... get?"
"you like meat or seafood?"
"ill eat anything"
"k, cool, i like that. me too. ill just get you whatever then, that'll be nine bucks"
work is the curse of the drinking classes