6/25/2007
The salad bar is not a right, it's a privilege.
You're an adult. You're at the salad bar.
You somehow manage to spill corn all the fuck over everywhere... and then you just walk away.
That amazes me.
What's the thought process behind that?
"Oh hell, I just spilled like a thousand fucking kernels of corn all over the floor and I got it all in the peas and mushrooms and shit. I could clean it up but..... nah, fuck it."
There's really just no call for that.