Noshville! What the fuck? First, you’re outrageously expensive. It’s just a sandwich and some fries. It doesn’t make me shit gold. What am I paying for?
Like the waiter we had today who didn’t bother to split the check, even though every restaurant around here always splits the check automatically at lunchtime, and then, when we asked him to do it, huffed and puffed and tried to just charge us all $11 for our meal, as if we hadn’t noticed that the whole bill was $55 and we all had things that cost different amounts?
Eleven dollars for a sandwich, fries, and coke?
Maybe it’s just because I’m having a shitty day here at work, but I almost need to go home and take the afternoon off on account of outrage.
I’m very tempted to take the Mac Mini that filled with water due to the over-ambitious air conditioning condensation and walk back down to Noshville and just start beating people with it.
That would make me feel better.