I'm a simple man, really. I have a normal 9-5 retail job as a fast food manager. But I must be honest about the things that go on at my establishment, you'll never want W****'s again.

One time a woman brought back some chili complaining it was cold so I took it in the kitchen grabbed some scissors. I then cut off a few pubs, tossed 'em in and boosted it for one minute to make sure it was piping hot, enought to burn. Than I stirred it up and gave it back to her after sprinkling crackers on it to cover up any hair.

Also one night before I was a manager, some of us were working the overnight and had a pool going. 50 bucks to anybody who would cream in the F****Y machine. Prize goes to J*** H******.

Most disturbing was the story of the female co-worker who was found having sex in the walk-in cooler with her boyfriend during lunch.

I will leave you with the story of the employee who took a hamburger patty threw it on the floor, dropped it in the mop bucket, and then threw it on the bun, spit on it, and then served it to an old woman who had just looked at him cross-eyed.

Bottom line: Niether I nor this teenagers get paid enought to give a fuck about your food, so don't fuck with us, or piss us off because your food will be fucked with right back. So FUCK CUSTOMERS, you piss us off. We hate our jobs and take it out on you. Fast Food Nation has no idea.