Usually when I am blasting through a Quick Trip, I have a short list of things on my mind to gain from said Quick Trip, and a longer list of things to accomplish once I exit Quick Trip. I am not there to find a Buddy, or whilst away my countless hours relating to a stranger masquerading as My Friend.
Having to stop and acknowledge the intrusive greeting of a Red Shirt sometimes makes me forget what all I went in for.
Further, having to constantly dodge the mop of a Red Shirt or otherwise be trampled by a Red Shirt in a hurry to restock the rotating hot dogs/taquitos/egg rolls makes me want to scream, "I'm the fucking customer here, Red Shirt...back the fuck OFF"
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branchandroot
QT - Taco Bell's sister creature
Date: 2006-09-08 22:17 (UTC)I am not there to find a Buddy, or whilst away my countless hours relating to a stranger masquerading as My Friend.
Having to stop and acknowledge the intrusive greeting of a Red Shirt sometimes makes me forget what all I went in for.
Further, having to constantly dodge the mop of a Red Shirt or otherwise be trampled by a Red Shirt in a hurry to restock the rotating hot dogs/taquitos/egg rolls makes me want to scream, "I'm the fucking customer here, Red Shirt...back the fuck OFF"