One day she was getting all wrapped around the axle because I wasn't making a special order salad fast enough (some dumbfuck wanted a salad without egg wedges in it. I don't know why someone didn't clue them in and say, "Hey, genius, just pick them out. There's only four."). So Fro is harping about the salad and I stopped what I was doing, took off my apron, and went in back to change into my civilian attire. As I walked out of the kitchen, Fro called to me, "Cah-lel, where is dee - Hey! Where ah you going, Cah-lel?" And I never returned. Well, I came back as a customer many times, of course. And, believe me, I went out of my way to be a royal pain in the ass, if Fro was working.

As bad as the experience was, I highly recommend it to any young person unsure as to what they want to do with their life. Work in the fast-food industry for a month or two and you'll figure it out real quick.

Hurrah. You're a man now, Toby.