Innocent Victim of the Evil Burger Bitch.

Last night I was refused service by an evil female Burger King employee. She took my fifty dollars when I handed it to her, but came back seconds later and gave me back my money (not all of it only forty five) because apparently I was calling her names and therefore was not going to get any burgers. She wouldn't listen when I apologized. I even told her that we weren't trying to upset her, but instead of just spitting in our burgers like a normal fast food employee who has been "mistreated" she shut the window and told me she was calling the cops when I asked her for correct change.

Now I won't deny that sometimes, when I'm being a drunken asshole I deserve this kind of treatment, but this time I was not being a drunken asshole. I was a saintly. In fact, I'm not even entirely sure what she misconstrued as an insult, maybe the boisterous passengers who were yelling at each other in a drunken (but not mean spirited) manner, perhaps, but I don't know.

Anyways, although I was tempted to sit in the drive thru until justice (and burgers) were served to me in my righteous paper bag, I decided that getting a DUI because I wanted Burger King just didn't seem like something I could explain to my parents when they bailed me out of jail so I drove back to the party empty handed and extremely angry.

By the time I was in the house, I felt so cheated and wronged that I raged around, chain smoking and ranting at anyone who would listen about how shitty and inherently evil Burger King is in comparison to Mcdonalds. By the time I had finished talking about it you would have thought that I'd been raped and rendered quadralpelegic by this woman. I guess you could say I overreacted, but at the time I wouldn't have agreed with you.