Saturday, August 12, 2006

I truly believe that the first level of hell involves me standing in line behind two families with antsy noisy children, while two other people try to figure out how to get the point of sale machine to accept an order for a burger without a bun, all the while a french-fry machine is repeatedly beeping in the background--and I'm the only one that can hear it. I have seen hell on earth, in fact, and it's a McDonald's. A suitably massive scale beatdown for this situation would only land me in prison. I can hear me arguing already with the judge ... "your honor, if you would only have seen the situation in context, you would surely understand..."