Alright, so my coworkers asked me if I wanted to go on break early, I said "fuck yeah!"  Normally if I get an hour for lunch, I'll drive home and eat some food, check my email, you know, the usual shit. 

So I went out to my truck to drive home, while I was driving out of the parking lot, some douche-bag was driving really slow up to the stop sign, I thought to my self, "Shit, why is this fucker driving so slow?!?!" 

So I did whatever any experience, big-city driver would do, I cut that son-of-a-bitch off and proceded to go home.  OK, I guess I pissed this fucker off, so, he decided that he was going to teach me a lesson with "fear-tactics."

As I'm leaving the parking lot, I must have been at least 400 feet away from work, still in the parking lot, this fucker drove like a madman to catch up with me only to stop at an angle in front of me. 

I started honking my horn at this fucker, meanwhile he just sat there in front of me (at an angle) blocking both directions of traffic coming ... Read more ...

Another night at the Deli...  You CANNOT buy hot food with Food Stamps!

Alright, so my coworker and I conducted a cruel, but very appropriate Social Experiment involving hot food and food stamps. 

So, it was late at work and about 15 minutes 'til closing when the phone started ringing. 

I answered with the normal "Hello, Deli Department, how can I help you?" and the person (obviously ghetto-trash) wanted to order 3 sandwiches. 

At this point, it had been a very long and busy day with asshole/rude customers and I was tired of busting my ass all day and I just wanted to be able to clean up and leave. 

So I took her order and proceded to make her sandwiches.  While in the process of making her sandwiches, the phone rings again, but this time my coworker answered the phone.  All the while saying "Uh huh, ok, ok, alright."  He comes up to me while I was making the sandwiches and he told me she wanted them hot-pressed. 

Any time you order a sandwich hot-pressed, it is no ... Read more ...