To society's procrastinators: please don't show up at my store two minutes before closing, demanding fries fresh out of the vat (which takes three minutes to prepare), sandwhiches which we aren't supposed to make after a certain time (and then demanding them and hollering untill we get on it), fresh apple pies, fresh salads and then bust out some coupon AFTER i've punched in your gargantuan fucking order.

You see this huge steaming stainless steel peice of metal i'm carrying? I'm trying to close my store, I don't appreciate having to reassemble the whole fucking fry station and DIRTY IT AGAIN just so you can get your cholesterol kicks. Furthermore, i am not your "buddy". Anyone who says anything short of "please" and "thank you" when ordering food (and just because it's called ordering food, doesn't give you the right to lack all chivalry)is not my buddy, but my morbid fucking enemy.

To people who order food whilst stoned: No, it's not my fault that you ordered two mcdeal sandwhiches, paid for them, got them, and suddenly decided you wanted one as a combo. I don't find it "cute" or "funny" when i have to pull my till, right up an explanation to why this occured, and then get your whining ass your fucking "hot salt free fries" while your incompetent smirk lingers over me.

To the guy who needs to bathe: I don't care how many crack heads you've beaten up and how many "ho's" you've saved, extra toppings for your mcflurry are still 35 cents extra bitch!