Wednesday, May 25, 2011

If only we were all as good - and good people - at our jobs as R, who runs the *fantastic* and bafflingly inexpensive breakfast grill at work with unflappable good cheer despite the probably-maddening hours-long onslaught of hungry, entitled-y masses.

A while back, woman in front of me was squinting at and tentatively reading off a post-it what was obviously her boss' order, which was making no sense. R made a brief wtf face and then said deadpan, "Tell your boss 'Hooked on Ebonics'." Maybe it was his delivery but I can't even think about that without lol'ing.

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