My best friend's daughter, who is 17 going on 35, has landed a job. She is working at Taco Bell. The best thing about her new job, other than the fact that the uniforms are purple (purple is a ery good color for her) is that she doesn't have ask, "Do you want fries with that?" We all have our standards.
The other night, she was tasked with cleaning the men's bathroom (after closing time, of course). After this nightmare event, she dialed up her boyfriend. Below is a rough transcript of the conversation, as related by her mother.
"What's up with you guys and your lack of aim?"
"Well, sometimes it's a game. And sometimes you get, you know, distracted. By like a fly or something."
I'm so glad he provided a concrete example to prove his point.