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This is my third post today. FFS. I might as well go home.
Went to get lunch at a sandwich shop nearby (forgot my lunch, looking forward to having a very limp sandwich for dinner). Decided to have soup, foolishly thinking it might be homemade. No such luck, out of a can. Clearly the girl behind the counter was new, because she had to ask where everything was. Fair enough. However, she was also clearly a complete doof. Because she put the soup in the microwave. In the can. A metal can. What happened?
Sparks. Smoke. Angry angry microwave. Angry angry supervisor. Angry angry BookBint, not only because that had been the last can and therefore I could have no soup, but because the shop's supervisor seemed to think it was my fault for requesting such a ridiculous item, didn't give me a discount on the sandwich she then made me (not that I expected it on principle, but a gesture after showering me with sparks might have been nice) and also (as I discovered when I returned to my desk) made me the wrong frickin sandwich. Egg salad. I asked for tuna salad. I'm allergic to eggs. Am going to try and subsist off the lint in the bottom of my drawer.
Went to get lunch at a sandwich shop nearby (forgot my lunch, looking forward to having a very limp sandwich for dinner). Decided to have soup, foolishly thinking it might be homemade. No such luck, out of a can. Clearly the girl behind the counter was new, because she had to ask where everything was. Fair enough. However, she was also clearly a complete doof. Because she put the soup in the microwave. In the can. A metal can. What happened?
Sparks. Smoke. Angry angry microwave. Angry angry supervisor. Angry angry BookBint, not only because that had been the last can and therefore I could have no soup, but because the shop's supervisor seemed to think it was my fault for requesting such a ridiculous item, didn't give me a discount on the sandwich she then made me (not that I expected it on principle, but a gesture after showering me with sparks might have been nice) and also (as I discovered when I returned to my desk) made me the wrong frickin sandwich. Egg salad. I asked for tuna salad. I'm allergic to eggs. Am going to try and subsist off the lint in the bottom of my drawer.
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