Food Handler

I have seen hell...

I have traveled to ths hell, and have seen the horrors... This hell is called: Food Service Workers permit... One hour and thirty-five minutes it took. I am so pissed off... Let us hear the story, shall we? As if you have a choice...

There we were, me and Rizzo, riding in his car to the food permit place. So we get there, long ass line out the door. 90 degees outside. and who do we find? Why, Mr Ben of coarse! So we attempt to fill out our applications, for which we needed our social security number. Well, guess who didn't have theirs? That's right, me, the system's bitch... So I write a phone number down for my number and turn it in... Boy, they were mad at me. So we walk into this room of fat people, and begin to watch a short video. It was like 4 minutes, no prob. Then there was another short video, okay. Then another, wait, what's going on? Then another, Oh shit, another one! 10 videos later and we were still in the tiny room... Rizzo had fallen asleep on the floor and Mr Ben was playing contently with a lighter. I was counting the rolls in the fat ladies chin when they began handing out permits. It seemed as if I was the last person called... So me and Rizzo walk outside, no one is there, not even our ride home... GAY! 20 minutes outside and we were pissed.

cut to us in the car, heading for (\/)c Donalds. EVERYONE IN FAIRMONT WAS THERE! I turned around and Rizzo had passed out. I look over and their's this old guy making goo-goo eyes at me. Was it never going to end? 10 more minutes later, we were out the door, 2 cokes, a cheesburger, and a (\/)c Flurry in our worn out hands.

Ever try eating a cheeseburger in the dark? Sucks ass don't it!? I got crap all over me, and Rizzo spilt his (\/)c Flurry. Needless to say, we were pissed off... So let's tally it up. Total time: 1 hour 30 minutes. What we got: A peice of paper with our names on it, and some crappy (\/)c Donalds food. God Bess America...