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[lutraphile]

I had a fucked up morning.

I opened with a new girl, she's training to be a shift, and she's REALLY slow. Whatever, things were going pretty smoothly with only a couple of minor setbacks.

Then the NY Times delivery guy came in. He waited in line in drive-thru just so he didn't have to get out of his truck. And then he ran into the overhang. Got

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[circlesinwater]

My own manager has lesser-yet-similar problems with her daughter's care-and-feeding - her boyfriend's father feeding the baby ice cream against orders. I think I'll avoid letting her know that there are people who think in like ways about alcohol.

On the small-yet-positive-side-effects list for your bad morning, you can note that my laughter at the Times guy's idiocy was so loud as to attract attention, and I rarely LOL at writing.