Fucking foreigners.

I don’t care if this is the melting pot of the world — when I can’t successfully order a pizza because the dumbass on the end of the phone can’t understand what the hell I want, I get pissed. And I am pretty fucking articulate and patient — it’s not like I myself am speaking past a lump of shit in my esophagus.

I just hung up on the guy — I told him it was too much goddamned work to spend my money at his establishment. And I’m still hungry. Grrr.

Comments closed.