Friday, May 14, 2004

The standard in most North America restaurant salad bars is to begin with the lettuce, and work your way across the typical toppings finishing with dressings and croutons. Yesterday some ass-hat violated this rule, and then has the audacity to give me a dirty look while I was flowing through the salad bar properly. Listen, neanderthal, people typically don't start with a pile of bacon bits and sunflower seeds and pile on from there. I hope I'm not in the oncoming car that hits you when you take the wrong lane on the freeway. Maybe a good beatdown would knock your left-right confusion back to normal?