I ordered a cheeseburger with no pickle and onion, they gave me a hamburger with pickle and onion, the chick behind the counter then in an assholish tone said “next time, if you want a cheeseburger with no cheese it’s called a hamburger” and smirked like I was some sort of mental midget with learning difficulties. What she didn’t know is, I had spent the day at the zoo with 20 odd family members who went related one bit to me all damn day (it was for my mates daughters birthday) and I was waiting for something like this.

I stared at her for a second while she basked in the knowledge that she owned me, that’s when I unleashed, “I DIDN’T ORDER NO FUCKING HAMBURGER! I ORDERD A GOD DAMN CHEESEBURGER WITH NO PICKLE AND ONION! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND MAKE MY FUCKING BURGER!”. Luckily I could see down at the people making my order so nothing happened to it.

They didn’t get my order wrong for years.