The_annoying_one

I’m on mobile and things definitely don’t look that small for me.

So, you send me the wrong meal, but still charge me for what I was supposed to get, which was ultimately more expensive. Then, when I report the problem, you come back with, “We’re sorry. There’s nothing we can do about this.” Okay, that’s cool, I guess. UberEats has officially lost a customer tonight. Fuckers.

Just woke up from an unplanned nap and it’s too late to cook anything, so I just ordered Wendy’s….in the pouring rain. Oops. And they screwed up my order. Gave me chicken nuggets instead of the Baconator I ordered. Sure charged me for the burger, though.

I’m sorry. Did you just refer to yourself as a “super Christian” in my presence? That….um…..that’s just……no…… I’m not giving any context here. Trust me when I say it’s better that way.

I’d like to change my original answer to telemarketers. They can all go to hell.

That whole “Left Twix, Right Twix” thing was one of the stupidest ad campaigns I’ve ever seen.

Chicken & rice.

I hate Amazon more than I’ve probably ever hated anything in the history of the world. I know this should be in Haters/Complainers, but I posted there earlier today. Deal with it.

I always assume cats are evil. Maybe not 24/7, but enough to cause problems.

The following is a close enough reenactment of a phone call I received within the past hour. Me: Hello? Woman: Yes, hi. This is [something unintelligible] with [something else unintelligible]. I’d like to talk to you about car insurance. Me: Okay. Her: Fantastic. Now, how many cars do you own? Is it 1, 2, or 3? Me: Zero. Her: Zero? Me: That’s correct. Her: Well, are you a homeowner? Me: What does that have to do with car insurance? Her: Would you like to hear our rates for when you are able to get a car? It was at this point that I hung up the phone. Overbearing bitch wasting my time with this bullshit….

DoorDashed Checkers because I didn’t feel like making anything myself.

I lightly scratched the corner of my nose with my virtually non-existent fingernail and it started bleeding. What the hell?

Popeye’s. Chicken thigh, mashed taters, mac & cheese, biscuit.

Nostalgia has a nasty way of making me feel like complete shit, but I’m utterly addicted to it & wouldn’t trade it for anything.