This one time? At concentration camp?

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Do you know what really annoys me? When you are wait­ing in line at the drive-through, then you finally get to the lit­tle speaker and they say “hold on a minute.” Then the minimum-wage worker at the other end of the speaker lets you sit there for about 3 min­utes, lis­ten­ing to the idling of your engine and you stereo turned down really low. Obviously the peo­ple behind you are start­ing to get pissed. They know a tard’s mind is at fault here, but who’s the tard? Do they think you are a bozo tak­ing 5 min­utes to finally decide you want a veg­gie bur­rito and a small Mister Pibb? Do they real­ize it’s the dis­em­bod­ied voice that is mak­ing every­one wait?

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