This One Goes Out to All the Crackheads in the House!

So the other day at lunch, I had the pleasure of seeing one of our favorite crackhead customers. She was dressed in pajamas and was completely strung out. I wanted to slyly take a picture of her for you all to see, but I was scared that if she caught me, she'd beat my ass.

When she came in, she made a beeline for the bathroom and was back out within 30 seconds. I don't know what she did in there, but I was impressed. She then got into line, where our sweet employee Ms. W asked her if she had any money with her this time. Offended, our favorite crackhead flashed a big wad of bills. Satisfied, Ms. W continued with the lady's order.

At this point you may be wondering if we treat all of our crackhead customers so rudely. No, but we'd sure like to. You see, not all crackheads actually have the money for the meal we've just created especially for them. So that means it has to be thrown away because there's nothing worse than a crackhead's sandwich. It's always drenched in every kind of sauce we have and nobody -- I mean NOBODY (not even my husband) -- would dare take a bite of this disgusting concoction.

So why is this lady so special? Well, the day before, she came into the store, placed her crazy sandwich order, got to the register, and sadly announced that she must have "lost" her wallet. So, the kind lady behind her in line offered to purchase her sandwich. Here's how it went...

Ms. W: That'll be $3.49.
Crackhead Lady: Ah damn. I think I musta lost my wallet. I ain't got no money and I shore am hongry.
Nice Lady Behind Her in Line: Sweetie, the same thing happened to me once. I can buy your sandwich for you today.
Crackhead Lady (to Ms. W): Then make me another one. This lady's buying!



Gotta love the crackheads!