Please, won't you make it stop?

So I'm training a guy at work, right? As part of the process, I ask a series of questions designed to broaden their knowledge of the menu. One particular question alluded to a sandwich consisting of a chicken-fried chicken patty, two slices of bacon and cheese. I asked him what meat, other than chicken, the sandwich comes with. His answer?...Ham. Right away this sounds bad. In his defense, several sandwiches on the menu contain a slice of ham and 90% of trainees will answer incorrectly on the first try. Usually I repeat the question, making sure to emphasize the word bacon, and we can move on. Five incorrect answers later, I revealed the answer and was met with a blank stare rivaling the staunchest of cult automatons. Why? He was unaware bacon was in fact , a meat.

And so the 'there but by the grace of God club' gains yet another lifetime member.

Say What?

Those of you prone to ethical reverence will be pleased to know I am posting this from my very own, legally procured internet signal. While I still find paying for such a service ridiculous, it's nice to no longer pace the apartment in a frustrating signal search, or worse yet, traveling to a local coffee joint filled with individuals whom no one likes yet all attempt to emulate.

In more rant worthy news, I was recently submitted to the remixed version of a certain commercial depicting a culinary accoutrement through which slaps are exchanged for a chopping motion of sorts. It's nice to know that the despair brought on by manhandling a prostitute can be healed through clumsily dubbed advertisement abortions...keep up the good work guy,,,