ME: Welcome to Arby’s. May I take your order?
RACHEL: Jeff, we need to talk.
ME: Please drive up to the first window.
RACHEL: I think it’s better this way.
ASSHOLE JOCK: Order me some curly fries, okay?
ME: Who the fuck is that?
ASSHOLE JOCK: Get me some fucking curly fries, nerd.
RACHEL: I didn’t want it to be like this, Jeff.
ME: I’m going to go stick my hand in the fryolator now.
More humiliating still was the team after-action review on how to properly treat third-degree burns.
