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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